TGI Thursday

I'm still sick. It's been a week and I'm tired of coughing my head off.

I slept 12.5 hours last night. I always wake up around 6:30 without an alarm, but I woke up at 9:30 this morning. Thankfully I'd already warned work that I would be late. I had a lunch meeting with some faculty and I coughed so much some chick brought me a glass of water.

This afternoon I went to Rogers for another meeting. I applied to be in a county leadership program and was accepted, so the fun and frivolity started this evening, when we were forced to mingle and describe ourselves in four words. My four: friends, faith, football and single. (Sorry, family! I had to get the single in there just in case.) In two weeks we have a retreat where we get to do a ropes course. I hate heights and it's 9,000 degrees outside. Can't wait!

Sorry I'm a grouch. I'm just so sick of being sick. I know that I've been running far too much lately and that my body's rebelling, but seriously, a lot of people are just as busy at work and have families. Jen worked a 31-hour shift this week in trauma, and she's less whiny than me.

I need a vacation.

Thankfully my boss took pity on me, told me to "pace myself," and to take the day off tomorrow. Yipee! I have one meeting I can't cancel, but other than that, I have 72 straight hours planned of Nyqil and movies and blessed napping.