Oh man--I've got me the FLU people. I have been flat on my back for the last 2 days, but I drug mysorry self to work today--just to keep the piles from hitting the ceiling.
Now for those of you who would tell me to keep my sick ass home--be rest assured that I have a private office that I have kept the door closed to all day. I ventured out only to use the facilites--of which I Lysoled the hell out of when I was done and my office has been constantly Purelled throughout the day. Conversation with co-workers has been via email or intercom (very Mr. Tudball-like) ((OK, if you don't know who Mr. Tudball is, I'm going to have to shoot myself because you must be VERY young--it's from Carol Burnett Show--google him, I'll wait))
Anyhew--I'm not of the puking variety--but of the yak up a phlem ball the size of a basketball and sneeze out his little brothers, feel like a truck hit you, went in reverse and hit you again, have no strength at all variety. Should I worry that I have really no idea how I even managed to drive to work today?
Thank God my day is almost over--I am back to bed. I am supposed to be going to this work thing tonight--but I gotta just pass--for the health and safety of others first and formost--but if I win anything and am not there to accept, I hope my co-worker has one hell of a speach written for me. I'll tell you more about taht if something comes of it--if not--it will be "that of which we do not speak".