Cough....cough....cough

The return from vacation last week was brutal.  Not only dealing with the simple fact I must feed, clean, and take care of myself is enough but back to work is always tough too.  Last week was especially brutal as my co-worker and I had one day we were both in the office before he left for 4 weeks paternity leave.  So it was bumpy.  542 emails waiting for me when I got back.  Projects left and waiting.  And picking up his items and Oyi!

Wednesday I started feeling funny.  My eyes were watering and  my throat tickled.  By Friday, I was miserable with a cough.  I tried to rest through the weekend (kind of) but alas, I have been attacked by a cough.  Not terrible congestion yet but sneezing in heavy series and cough...cough...cough.  I feel like I've been hit with a truck.

Knock on wood, it has been over a year since I saw Dr T because I was sick.  But alas, I will need to go visit him this week.  I am concerned because I get pneumonia so easy.  So Wednesday it is.  And hopefully I will feel better before that and I can cancel the appointment.  The sad part is I simply can't take off work because well...I am the only one there.  

I'm sure I'll be fine.  Would you like some cheese with the whine I am serving?  😼