03 April 2010

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, Body?

So. Yesterday.  I woke up feeling like I hated everything that wasn't my bed, and yeah, maybe I wanted to stab people, but that's pretty standard for my alarm going off before sunrise on a Friday. 
At work I felt sort of generally headachy and STAB STAB STAB but that's not totally unexpected, particularly if my coffee hasn't sunk in yet.
Then I went to lunch and instead of being all YAY I LOVE WALKING, I was like, eff this! I'mma stand near this wall and sniffle snot up into my head!  That's....not normal.
The afternoon deteriorated rapidly with the snot and the sneezing and the coughing and the wheezing.  By the time I got Gabriel and got home (in the pouring rain I might add), I felt like a used up kleenex.  And wanted to die.
After I saw to Gabriel's basic needs, I downed some Nyquil and curled up in a ball on the couch and acted grumbly.  And Gabriel is sweet, and wanted to hug me to make me feel better, but I was all body sore and didn't want to be touched and OH MY GOD PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD YOU ARE SWEET AND I LOVE YOU BUT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE JUST LEAVE ME BE.
Eventually sleep was achieved, by both of us.
At 2am I was jolted awake by a passing firetruck, and while I was still completely high on cold meds, whoa. I was distinctly NOT coughing.  NOT wheezing.  NOT snotting all over everything.  Weird. 
And now it's Saturday and I'm absolutely 100% FINE, excepting the Nyquil hangover, which of course is making me a bit grumpy and shouty.  But why did you do that to me body?  You obviously weren't really sick.  I didn't need that bizarre demo performance. 
Cut it out!