I'm still feeling like crap, and sounding like it. The doc said I should feel better by the weekend. She lied.
Yesterday, I had to drive to the vet's office to pick up food for George. He routinely gets a clogged up peehole, so he has to eat special food so his peehole doesn't get plugged up. I'd rather spend $30 on a bag of food instead of $500 to get his plumbing cleaned by the veterinarian. Besides, the food bowl was empty, and George's cries are so loud (he hates having an empty food bowl) that people have accused me of skinning him alive when they heard it.
So, I drive to the vet's office (which is still by where I used to live). The drive was really weird. I had to keep reminding myself where I was, and where I was going, and how I needed to get there. Sort of like my brain was floating around in a huge bowl of pudding.
I made the purchase, and came straight home...reminding myself how to get there, and I only needed to drive in one lane on the highway. By the time I got home, I was so exhausted, it was all I could do to climb up the stairs and climb into bed. I cut a hole in the bag of food and left it on the kitchen floor and told George to have at it.
I called in sick to work last night. I could have called in for the entire weekend, but I want to take it on a day by day sort of thing. This morning isn't showing much more promise than yesterday did. Although, yesterday I was able to cough up lung cookies in varying colors of the rainbow.
Being confined to home has sucked. I planted some tomato seeds in a small portable greenhouse, and that took about 30 minutes of my day. I've already cleaned the house. I've done all my laundry. I don't want to camp out in front of the television. Law and Order even has lost it's appeal for the time being. No one wants to come visit because they don't want to catch what I have. Where's the love, people!?!
I'm bored. Bored enough that going to work even looks like fun. I've downed a glass of orange juice and a diet lemon-lime soda. I don't feel any better.
Being sick sucks.