No, I was not attacked and wrapped in aluminum foil. Though rumors of these gang foilings exist, there is no evidence that they actually occur and are most likely the fear mongerings of that dark segment of the population who prefers cling wrap.
No, I have been foiled in my attempts to ward off a cold. My throat warned me yesterday (as I posted) of an imminent threat of a viral infection, and I immediately went to Code Red: plenty of fluids, rest, and tom yum soup.
Unfortunately the warning did not come soon enough. The germs must have passed out life preservers and mints because I did not manage to flush them, drown them, or scare them away with spicy Thai soup. In fact, soon after I mounted the tom yum attack the germs counter-attacked, causing mucus to coat every inch of my insides.
Ugh.
I may have lost the battle, but I will not give up the fight! I struggle on today, armed with water, Tylenol cold (multi-symptom, non-drowsy formula of course), and Vitamin C drops.
Yesterday I was cold and today I'm hot (well, I'm always hot). My enemy is wily, but I am wilier (is that a word?). I will not give in, and I will go to the staff holiday party tonight. I will dance!
In the meantime I've done a fantastic job of procrastinating and not working on the grant report I need to do. I've gotten many other tasks completed, though. But now, I fear, there is nothing standing between me and the report... oh wait, there are a couple of e-mail blasts I need to put out. Ha-ha! The procrastination continues...
Meanwhile, my inner war with the cold germs continues. Wish me luck.
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