On being home sick…

First, let me just say that I do NOT have swine flu.  Not a chance.  It’s just a nasty cold.

I saw the nurse practitioner today, and she didn’t like the sound of my lungs, or my story of being completely fatigued after walking up the three flights of stairs to get to my appointment, or the fact that I look more like an exhausted ghost than a human right now.  So I’ve been prescribed a steroid inhaler (yuck, I really really hate those steroid inhalers – awful times ten, especially considering what they do to my voice) and antibiotics and 48 hours of at-home rest.  Which means that I won’t be back at work until Tuesday, since the library is now closed on Fridays, and since Monday is Memorial Day.

I’m not really very good at this being at home sick for a long period of time stuff.  I’m bored, bored, bored, but too sick to want to read a book.  So I’ve been watching tons of bad daytime television with my laptop by my side so that I can see right away if anyone loves me enough to email me. 

If I’d known that I’d be home sick for this long a period of time, I’d have planned ahead and gathered together all the fluffy chick flicks I could find and thus made slightly better use of my at-home time.  But as it is, I’m watching a lot of judge shows (I really think those lawsuits are kind of made up just so people can get on t.v.) and those crappy Maury Povich-Steve Wilkos type of bare-all shows (yesterday I learned that you can be bulimic and alcoholic at the same time, and thanked my lucky stars that I don’t have that type of problem in my life.  Thank God.).

I’ll be really really really really glad when I’m healthy again.  REALLY glad.