I don’t know what happened but I caught something that totally kicked my butt. Giving my kids and these college students the side~eye ’cause I know whatever funky little virus I picked up had to have come from these walking talking petri dishes. Thursday evening, I left work and I felt fine. Friday morning I was A~OK, hanging out with the husband but feeling a little tired, around 3 PM, “something” hit me like a bolt of lightening and I wanted to collapse. At 4 PM, my husband remembered that we had plans to attend a going away dinner for our friends. Dead woman walking.
I ended up spending all day Saturday in bed, taught class on Sunday and collapsed in my bed until 2:45 Sunday afternoon. Then I had to pull the evening shift at the library. Yes, I did feel guilty about going to work sick but there really wasn’t a way for me to get around it. Fortunately, librarians are notorious germaphobes, so there’s plenty of hand sanitizer and anti~bacterial spray around, which I’ve used quite liberally.
Tonight, I’m feeling better, not quite 100% but I no longer want to cut off my own head with the nearest butter knife so…
