Tuesday morning, and I have enough of a respite from my fever/flu/whatever that I feel like writing. Last night was different, and found me covered in sweat the entire night long - rather than the one or two sweating-out sessions of the previous nights. It was uncomfortable, but I sure felt better this morning. Better still isn't quite "good" yet, but it's getting closer. Today my fever is hanging around 100-101, a few degrees cooler than Sunday and Monday - but still high enough to make me feel crappy. My throat isn't doing too hot either. Hurts to swallow. Taking my mom's advice, I made an appointment to see the doctor for this afternoon, just to see if they can possibly pinpoint my problem - and maybe even tie it to my mysterious ER visit last week. I dunno, I'm never sick... is this what getting old is like? My body has betrayed me.
I think I worry too much about missing work. Even feeling like crap, I surreptitiously log on a couple times a day and check my e-mail. I have a great fear of falling behind, but honestly, I also have a great love for "dropping out." Things as they are right now at work, I wouldn't think of pulling the old "mental health day" thing and taking a couple unwarranted days off - but I have no problem using deserved, malady-driven, sick days. Oh sure, calls still come in on my cellphone... and I hit the "silence" button and think of how I'll claim I was probably sleeping at the time. I have been asleep a lot, after all. I'm not delusional, it's not like I think that work will crumble without me. It's just hard, especially in extremely busy times, to accept that the world will continue to turn should you step away from the small post that you man - but, it most certainly will. Having said that, I guess it's obvious that it's more of an ego thing than a genuine concern for the job. Peoples, humans that is, are funny like that - so accomplishment driven and high on themselves.
Sharaun and I have been talking about the things we'll need to do before Lil' Chino gets here, and one idea she came up with was to have a garage sale to try and move some of our built-up junk (potentially, for a profit). I thought it was a great idea. There is so much junk I could stand to get rid of (no, I'll cling to my Garbage Pail Kids collection with my last dying grasp), and Sharaun's got plenty of clutter too. Actually, it was the idea of a garage sale that got me excited - I've only "participated" in one once before, at least that I can remember. I'll never forget making the decision that the potentially realizable $10 I could get from selling my entire He-Man and Star Wars action figure collections was more appealing than holding onto them for posterity (pure idiocy). There's something very American about having a garage sale, very appealing.
Late-breaking update: Went to the doctor today, turns out I have strep throat. Means another sick day tomorrow, since I'll be contagious for at least another 24hrs. That, and I still feel like crap. Woohoo - another day of fevers and sore throats and daytime TV.