Last Monday (not yesterday) I woke up with a sore throat. But as the week went on, I was OK. But last Wednesday, I left work early because I started feeling yucky.
After napping, I felt a lot better and the rest of the weekend, I was OK. I worked Friday. On Saturday, my sister Nancy and I went out for a little bit. And on Sunday, I worked again.
Then I started feeling like I was coming down with a cold.
Monday, I started sneezing. Ask my colleagues. They'll all tell you I was sneezing. When my editor helped me with something at my desk, she used my mouse. I told her to use the hand sanitizer. Dawn said she was going to wash her hands. Good move.
Today when I woke up, I was dragging. Big time. I went to work because we're short-handed this week. So I proofread To Do, made some phone calls and came home.
I stopped at the grocery store so I could make dinner. I made a big pot of soup.
That's what I'm going to tomorrow: Stay home and rest so I don't infect the rest of the newsroom. And I'm going to eat my soup.
Of course, my dogs don't want to go outside when it's raining. So I have to get out the leash and walk them one at a time. In the rain. That's the last thing I need — to get wet in the freezing rain. OK, so it's not exactly freezing, but it is a cold rain.
I've talked to a lot of people and they have told me that their colds have last 10 days. Well, if I count the days from last Monday, I should be over it by tomorrow. Right?