On the Mend

I really don't like missing work. Even if I'm for realsies sick (which I was yesterday), I start feeling guilty the moment I've made the call (or sent the email) and start thinking about other employees who have pushed through and worked while ill. I start feeling like a big baby and convince myself that many important decisions will be made in my absence, my team will be overrun with decisions and tasks, and I will have contributed nothing and therefore be deemed unnecessary on all accounts (except that I occasionally bring cookies and say somewhat funny and smart mouthed things in meetings).

Nevertheless, I spent many hours in bed yesterday, curled up in my new silk Vietnamese PJs from M, trying not to check my Blackberry every hour. It was kind of wonderful and, wow, what a difference a proper day of rest makes when you feel like garbage. M came over after a bit and made me noodle soup (Ramen sans meatness) and organic tea, as well as rented "Midnight in Paris" for us to watch after dinner.

Y'all, can I just tell you how amazing it was to be taken care of? I usually dismiss offers of help when I don't feel well, usually because I know I look like something lurking at the bottom of a Texas lake and probably smell equally was awesome, but I so enjoyed having someone not only be there, but armed with every possible, thoughtful get-well accoutrement.

The TLC made a world of difference. Now, here I am, back at the daily grind and feeling only a slight tickle in my throat. And because I couldn't muster up the strength to wash this mane, my hair looks a little something like this...

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...minus the sexiness. And, you know, brunette.

Sending Echinacea wishes and honey-lemon dreams,