I felt really tired on Friday for no reason. Saturday, I felt sniffly, but tried to attribute it to dog or cat allergies. Sunday, my nose was drippy, but it wasn't too horrible- just annoying. It wasn't til we were walking around the severely overrated auto show Sunday afternoon (stopping every 5 feet to wipe my nose) that I noticed my coat rubbing on my neck as we strolled. My skin was sore. I ached everywhere. I went home and slept. Sunday night was awful. Monday wasn't much better.
So I went back to "work" today to find out that many other people had a similar weekend. We were a ball of fire on rounds this morning with two very sick residents, sick me, and my preceptor sick as well. Very peppy! I then found out that the attending from last week had it, too. It must be pretty contagious, because I'm the germ freak with the Purell in the pocket of my white coat...
Anyway, that was my exciting weekend. I look like Rudolph and my throat sparks a flame every time I swallow, but I think I'm on the mend. Now I just have to conquer the mental spacey-ness that accompanies all this.
As I was laying around yesterday- too tired to do anything useful but too miserable to sleep, I wrote a poem. I know that it will win many literary awards, so I wanted to share it with you:
Hazy misery
Lazy, wasteful day
Torment through the night
Wake me up when it's over, if only I could sleep
Head stuffed with lead cotton balls, sinking deep into the flannel pillow
If only for a blissful moment
Snot shifts, threatens to drip
I morph into a mouth-breather
Groan, sneeze, snort, and wallow
Can't swallow
In the hazy misery that is "what's going around"
Lazy, wasteful day
Torment through the night
Wake me up when it's over, if only I could sleep
Head stuffed with lead cotton balls, sinking deep into the flannel pillow
If only for a blissful moment
Snot shifts, threatens to drip
I morph into a mouth-breather
Groan, sneeze, snort, and wallow
Can't swallow
In the hazy misery that is "what's going around"
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