Bug v. Tanja

I got sick.  Now, I haven't been sick with a cold in a long time.  I personally believe that getting sick with a cold has a lot more to do with your mindset and a lot less to do with actually being sick.  In other words, you are only sick if you allow yourself to get a cold.  Sometimes, however, there is a bug that doesn't care what your mind is doing and just decides that its going to have a field-day in your body.  I can only guess that I got this "super mind-over-matter" bug from the petri-dish I know and adore --- Hannah (aka Peanut Magoo).  Her parents, by the way, have developed a sort of hyper-immunity to these types of bugs because of their constant exposure to her germy kisses.  Privately, I thought it was my superior genetic makeup that made me immune but I can no longer rely on that fantasy.  I got sick.

 

I had a sore throat, fever, chills, runny nose and my body felt like I'd been run over by a truck.  I stayed home last Wednesday and basically wasted the day by sleeping and drinking TheraFlu (which I totally love by the way).  I had to put on a suit and go to work Thursday morning to advise a client for a meeting/hearings.  I was also supposed to go out to a "media event" with Jenn at the Biltmore Hotel which sounded like a lot of fun.  After the meeting, I still felt pretty bad and (apparently) I looked pretty bad because they sent me home from work. 

 

Here is a sure sign that I'm sick --- I had no appetite.  Now, when I was a teenager and we were all watching those ABC afterschool specials about anorexia, etc.  My mother one time said that she never worried about me being anorexic because I liked to eat too much.  That, unfortunately, is completely true.  I remember being mad at my mother and thinking "I'll show her..." but, of course, I didn't last more than an hour before I had a snack.  The simple idea of not eating made me very very hungry.  So...not WANTING to eat is a very big deal and that means that I'm genuinely sick.  I mean, even when I'm not hungry, I'm always willing to fit in something small and tasty.  (That is the only reason I work out so much....I would be my own afterschool special if I didn't...."Girl locked in house because she was too big to exit through door.")

 

So...I make it home and I resume the TheraFlu and sleep strategy.  Of course, all hell broke loose at work while I was sick and a lawsuit was filed and my boss had to fill in for me and actually participate in a telephonic court hearing on Friday.  I spent Saturday writing an opposition brief -- between naps.  I was definitely out of it....I called my boss Saturday night and was all excited about an argument that was COMPLETELY WRONG.  After I hung up the phone, I realized that I'd gotten the dates wrong and the whole argument didn't make any sense.  Yeesh.  Anyway, I got the brief done and managed to eat a bowl of chicken soup on Sunday.  On Monday I went back to work to continue working on the brief and got it filed (which was, in itself, a whole other circus because it involved me jumping in a car at 4:40 and hauling ass down to the court to run out like a lunatic, stand in line with a bunch of process servers and finally personally file our brief on time).  The next day, yesterday, I argued before the court and we won.  I still have a little bit of a sore throat but I'm NOT ABOUT to tempt the Gods and take another sick day!