Just be thankful you don't have to see me in real life

I'm sick.

Last night we attended the Thanksgiving dinner at Darius' preschool.  I offered to help set-up because, yet again, only one mom volunteered to help.  After three hours around sixty children, I could practically feel my body fighting off a cold.

Those kids are adorable; but, they are adorable little germ-infested children.  Like shooting fish in a barrell, it was inevitable that some virus would find its way over to me. 

The symptoms started mid-way through the children's performances.  At first, I blamed it on the over-active heater blasting in the banquet room.  By the time we arrived home, I could already feel the sinus pressure building up.

This morning, I headed into the office to be one of those people.  You know the type: co-workers that cough and blow their nose and complain about coming down with a cold while the working in close proximity to other people.  Yes, right now I am one of those inconsiderate co-workers that really should go home to rest instead of exposing a bunch of innocent people to the sick bug.  I know, I know... I'm a terrible person and getting lots of bad kharma for being at work while sick.

In my defense, I didn't think this cold was going to be all that bad.  When I walked in the office at 8:30 this morning, I could still breath through my nose and wasn't tempted to bang my head open to relieve some of this sinus pressure.  With each passing minute, I am getting worse.  In fact as I type this, I am contemplating shoving tissues straight up my nostrils so that I don't have to keep blowing my nose. 

I keep saying to myself "After this email, I'll pack up and work from home."  Or "When it's 1:00, I'll go home."  Or "I'll just get some soup from the cafeteria and then I'll feel better."

I know a flu bug has been going around.  Thank god, there isn't any vomitting or diarrhea involved.  I promise that if I do puke, I will leave the office. Just after that one last email...