After being my own pet peeve and coming to work sick for two days this week, I woke up feeling worse than yesterday and called in sick this morning. In my defense, there was a huge deadline at work on Monday that I felt I needed to be in the office for, and I felt better yesterday than Monday. At least I didn't visit anyone else's cube and attempted to keep myself in my own cube as much as possible, and warned people I wasn't feeling well. I didn't want to be that girl who wanders over to say "hey" to someone else while wiping my nose with my hand and coughing all over some one's airspace.
So today was a boring day. I did get a lot of sleep, but my head still feels foggy. I feel bad that Dan couldn't stay home as well. I know he's feeling crappy too, but doesn't have the luxury of sick days (especially on-your-honor ones like I have) at his job. So as soon as he gets home, I'm relinquishing the couch and taking care of him. It'll be like "the blind leading the blind" only instead of blind, we're coughing, hacking, and stuffy. We deserve a cold medicine commercial of our very own, the one with the people knocked out cold and the caption "for a better looking tomorrow." Yep, that's us.
On the Clover front, she's doing great. Her energy level is normal, her incision looks good and doesn't apeear to bother her. I can take her in as early as Friday to have her sutures removed. All in all, it's been a much better experience than with Paisley's spay procedure.
Hope everyone's having a good week.