I love you, Immune System, really.

I have a new-found respect for my immune system.

I'm going on over two weeks of being ill in some way or another. First, it was what felt like strep throat, combined with loads of sniffles and sneezes. Then it got so rough I had to force myself to a germ-infested, scary walk-in clinic. (I found out from my mother, very sadly, that our general practitioner passed away two weeks ago. Bless him.) Turns out I have bronchitis, so I got some scripts from the Dr.

One of them was for Gauifenesin with codeine.. AKA - Robitussin plus codeine AKA - the devil. And here I was excited that I got codeine for a prescription. Oh wee! I get to be loopy and high'ish while I'm getting well! Oh hell no! That cough syrup made me sick as a dog. (that's what I get, right!?) I ended up on the verge of vomiting for about 2-3 hours after taking two little teaspoons of that stuff.
No more for me!
I'm a plain ol' over the counter Robitussin lady from here on out.

So I'm on day number three of taking antibiotics and and just hoping for the absolute best. I'm trying to believe I'll wake up tomorrow feeling refreshed and well, ready for work.

I missed work today (first day I've missed throughout this stint of illness) I'd spoken to boss #2 and let him now this morning, then regardless, boss #1 sends me a text message hours later asking "Where r u?"
Really? What we have here sir, is a total lack of communication! Wasn't that at the start of a Beastie Boys album? Song? Something..

Take care of yourselves! Get rest, and.. dammit miss work if you must.
And wash those hands! I sure thought I was.. I'm a sanitizer-totin', handwashing type and I'm still bogged down with this flu season stink.