One 'flu over the cuckoo's nest...

Well, thank you ever so much, DS3. Now I've got whatever it was that you had last weekend. You were taught to share but, darn it, not everything!*

Fever, shaky, headache, nausea, the whole 9 yards only I don't foresee a touchdown at the tenth.

This isn't a good day to be this ill, either. I need to contact the recruiter from the telecommuting firm (who emailed yesterday afternoon) and reapply for a possible position. It's difficult to do that when the brain absolutely refuses to function with any degree of reliability.

If I'm only just a "little" sick, it's possible to hold things together just fine but this isn't just a "little" sick. I feel like a wet noodle in boiling water. Well, I did until the air kicked on, indicating it's over 78 degrees in here. Now I'm freezing. And hot at the same time.

*sigh*

Think I'll just go back to bed.


* I want my blue bucket back, please.