Everyone at my new office is sick. Really, really sick, with high fevers and massive weakness. People are somewhat irreverently calling it the plague, and referring to those out sick as "the latest victims." I've been drinking orange juice and popping vitamins, hoping to ward off the illness. No matter how sick you are, or who knows it, calling in sick in your first few weeks is always going to be received poorly.
I woke up yesterday morning with swollen glands and slight malaise. I didn't have any particular symptoms, but felt somewhat unwell. I decided a lazy weekend was in order. Yesterday, I watched the basketball game on TV, caught up on my blogging, and generally just hung out relaxing.
I woke up this morning feeling much refreshed, no swollen glands, no weakness. I took SodaBoy out to lunch to celebrate my first small paycheck (for four days), and returned home. Ordered a birthday present for Little Bro, and did a couple loads of laundry. We got the snowshoes out of the attic and went for a walk up in the woods behind the house, but tragically forgot the cameras. Gorgeous blurry clouds. I made some couscous from a box that will cover a few days worth of lunches, when supplemented with 14 baby carrots, that is.
I think now I will go curl up on the couch with a blanket and do a Sudoku. Hopefully my immune system has been boosted by this lolling, and I can make it through the next week without succumbing to the plague.