I need to unleash one of those rare bitch-and-moan posts. I'm sick again and I want to whine about it. That's twice so far this year, which is exceptionally rare for me. I don't know if working remotely all last year weakened my immunity by anti-exposure or what, but this isn't fun. The first time, it was after time on a cruise ship and in airplanes, so maybe I can write that one off. This time, maybe it was exposure in an indoor water park. Blah.
The fever hit Sunday afternoon, and expanded to, uh, gastrointestinal symptoms yesterday. I felt reasonably human by this morning, and went to work. By 2, I left because I could barely sit up and stay awake. The fever went back up over 100. I can't remember the last time I was sick without respiratory symptoms, so maybe I was misjudging my state this morning.
What probably bothers me the most is that there really isn't anything you can do about being sick. No matter how awesome you feel, or how much you feel like you can achieve, a little virus will kick your ass. You can't work harder or manage your way out of it, it's just going to have to run its course. That's hard to accept when you feel like you've been winning at life.