
I'm sick like a dog again. And I was so proud of myself that I managed to avoid the COLD last autumn. Not a single day of sick leave, and not only because I'm slightly suicidal. *g*
But this year. I only fall asleep on the couch for less than an hour, and when I wake up again, I have the COLD, full force. Not the coughing and voiceless version, but the one when you feel like your head is full of wet cotton, you have dried icky stuff gluing to your airducts and your nose is an open wound from all that sneezing and nose wiping.
If previous experience is any indication, it will be going on for at least a week, and no amount of inhaling the damp of chamomile tea is any lasting help.
God, I hate the autumn cold! And this one isn't even bad enough for sick leave - you feel like death warmed over, and you still have to go to work.
Edit: Considering that my fever had managed to croach beyond 38°C last night, I chose to go and see the doctor, after all. Sick leave until the weekend, thank God - although not even sick leave is very pleasant when you actually are sick, I'd say. But still better than the alternative.