Quarantine

Tuesday night, my throat started feeling a little odd, but I figured it was just allergies and went on with my life.  Wednesday morning, I woke up and the throat was a bit worse and I had the achy burny eyes feeling.  Again, I figured it was just my body trying to talk me out of going in to the office that day.  So I put on my big girl panties and ignored it.  By 10am I knew I was out for the count.  At that point I was just trying to get the shit off my desk so I could go home.  Stuff kept popping up so I didn't get out of the office until 2:30pm and by this time my throat was on fire.  I had to constantly sip water to get relief from the burning sandpaper feeling.  To make life better - there was a huge accident at I-70 and Havanna.  It took me 45 minutes to get from I-70 and Chambers to I-70 and Havanna - some 3 to 5 miles or something like that.  By the time I finally got home, I was so groggy and miserable I was on the verge of tears.

I go straight up to bed and pass out until Carey gets home.  And that's where I've been ever since.  I worked from home yesterday and got to sound like Charlie Brown's teacher during my counselings.  All from the comfy-ness of my own bed.  But let me tell you, after 48 hours, that bed gets pretty boring.  We're trying to limit the spread of contaminants, so I'm quarantined to the bedroom and Carey is sleeping on the couch.  It's pretty lonely, I'll tell you that much.  I only go downstairs to warm my cornbags and rustle up some food.  I feel unclean because Carey's not coming near me in hopes he can avoid getting whatever this is.  I don't blame him - I definitely dont want him to get this grossness - but I'm really wanting a hug these days....

Can I be healthy again please?