Nothing like coming back from a nice Christmas vacation only to get knocked on your butt by a cold from Hell.
I came in to work Monday and Tuesday feeling like death and finally called in sick the rest of the week. That's why no new blogs, etc.
I hate calling in sick. It feels so irresponsible, especially since we JUST got back from Christmas vacay. But it's just not in my DNA to like leaving my co-workers in a lurch like that. I hate it. But I just could not continue dragging my phlegm and snot riddled self to the office. So I did what I never do and stayed home in bed. Ya'll, I think that is the worst cold I have had in YEARS. It actually even got me to go to the doctor which is something else I just never do.
Now. The doctor. Can I just say that I wish I could charge $70 for every ten minutes someone requests a meeting with ME???
No joke. I talked to the doctor all of ten minutes where-in he listened to my chest, checked my ears/eyes/glands and wrote me out a couple of prescriptions whilst basically calling me a big baby for bothering him. And all that for the low, low price of $70!
And I'm still hacking up my lungs every twenty minutes or so. Not. Fun. Or pretty.
Anyway, at this point, I'm pretty sure I don't even remember enough about Christmas to share much of that with ya'll. (You're welcome) But I'll try to at least share some of the photos later this week. We did a little mini-makeover to Lyssa's bedroom over the break as part of her Christmas present so I've got to show you that, if nothing else.
So until then...