There are two reasons I haven't updated the blog in a bit:
1) I'm coming off the busiest two weeks I've had since I began my editing business. It's been a non-stop race to meet deadlines.
2) My husband caught a deathly cold from someone at work (whom I now loathe), and then passed it on to me.
Folks, I haven't been sick since 2011 (I remember the apartment we were in). It's been so long since I had a cold,* I was starting to think maybe (just maybe), I could go the rest of my life without getting another one.
What's that saying ? After pride comes the fall?
So far, the phases of this cold have mirrored exactly what my poor husband went through last week (my poor, poor husband - I didn't understand at the time!): 2 days sore throat + sneezing and a running nose, then 1 day of feeling ok, just a little sniffly and off, THEN DEATH!
Maybe not literally, but that's what it feels like. Aches and pains all over my body. Fevers and chills. Sleeplessness. Snot factory. And now I've developed a wet, mucousy cough, so basically I feel like I'm drowning.
And the worst part? I still have to work through these symptoms, just like my husband did when he was sick last week, and just like my lady, Hillary.
Because deadlines. Commitments. Meetings.
I used to feel pretty self-righteous about people who went to work sick, but that was back when I was a grad student and work consisted of running experiments in the lab all by myself. I had the luxury of pausing everything, with no real consequences. But when other people depend on you, like your kid, a client, your boss - you just don't have the luxury of saying, "Sorry, can't help you this week. I'm sick."
I miss the old days of being sick, when I'd get to stay home from school and have a glorious day with the house to myself, eating cheddar cheese melted on saltine crackers and watching Sally**, Jenny Jones, and Ricki Lake.
Even as I type this right now, I think on the one hand I should probably use this unusual deadline-free day to catch up on some sleep. But instead my impulse is to write something for maybe that one or two people out there who include my blog in their web-reading rotation. Because I know what it's like to need something to read, and I feel a commitment to give you at least two minutes of escapism. (That's how I feel about blogs anyway - and frankly, it's a dying art. No one just writes a flippant story anymore. It's all about the sell.)
So to summarize:
Am in need of Campbell's healthy request chicken noodle soup, pseudoephedrine, and Sally.
*I credit religious hand washing for this cold-free streak. I mean RELIGIOUS hand washing, both at home and work. I slacked a bit recently, and boom, sick.
**Oh my god, Sally. I could devote an entire blog post to that show. It taught me so much.