My Blog is Boring
My blog is boring because the cough I mentioned this weekend is still visiting.
It's one of those dilemmas where I am not so sick that I'm felled, feet up on the couch, snuggled into a blanket with no other choice but to rest. Instead my throat just feels like it's on fire, my head hurts and I feel pangs of guilt at the possibility of being Typhoid Mary* at the office. Potentially sharing my germs with whomever will take them.
And if I were to stay home I imagine I'd look just as bored and perturbed as Mary did.
*Nova did a v. good documentary on Typhoid Mary. Now that I really know who she was, I feel like I can reference her authoritatively.
Maybe I'll just go to bed now and hope it will help a little.
It's one of those dilemmas where I am not so sick that I'm felled, feet up on the couch, snuggled into a blanket with no other choice but to rest. Instead my throat just feels like it's on fire, my head hurts and I feel pangs of guilt at the possibility of being Typhoid Mary* at the office. Potentially sharing my germs with whomever will take them.
And if I were to stay home I imagine I'd look just as bored and perturbed as Mary did.
*Nova did a v. good documentary on Typhoid Mary. Now that I really know who she was, I feel like I can reference her authoritatively.
Maybe I'll just go to bed now and hope it will help a little.
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