Home. Sick.

Sick days are bittersweet days for me.  On the one hand I feel guilty missing work and would like to get on with my normal routine, but let us be serious for one minute, would you not rather drink tea and watch Disney movies all day? I always have to act like a grown up when I go to school, so sick days I relish in the fact that I can pop 101 Dalmatians into my DVD drive and hum along with "Cruella DeVille."  Now, I always fear telling people that I do not feel well while I am in Senegal because people automatically think that any illness you contract anywhere in Africa must be life threatening...just give me minute to laugh at you for that assumption.

Because the didgeridoo makes me laugh too... 

Okay, I am done laughing. I just have a normal flu, not that I really know what constitutes a "normal" flu from an "abnormal" flu.  I am painfully ingesting drugs that remind me of my childhood, everything is fizzy and brightly colored!  I suppose I just lied, my cough medicine is not fizzy, but it is about as horribly pink as Peptobismol and my god! It tastes so much worse, bleh...My other medications look like the candy Bottle Caps, which I really like (I know, I am in the minority for liking Bottle Caps), but it could not taste anymore different than tasty, sugary candies.  The fever reducing medication tastes like baking soda, or what I think straight baking soda tastes like...The Vitamin C tablets are neon orange, and as much as I would like to say it tastes "just like the real thing!" it does not, womp womp.  My medication makes me feel momentarily worse as opposed to feeling better because I do not like carbonation very much.  If I drink anything with "fizziness," as I have always referred to carbonation, I have to drink it slowly.  These medications make me feel like I just funneled a beer at a frat party, and we all know how much fun that is.  I suppose the one benefit is that my medicine is at about the Coors Light level of quality on the beer scale as opposed to Keystone Light, things could be worse?

This is me going to work. Every. Single. Day.

 Before I was sick I had a very fun weekend filled with great food, good friends, salsa dancing and a less than risqué bridal shower for a co-worker.  About an hour after returning home from the bridal shower I felt temperature rise from 97.5˚ to about 100.0˚ while lying in bed.  Of course, I do not own a thermometer, so these are just estimates...my temperature always seems to hover around 97.5˚ when I am healthy.  Odd? Perhaps, but I have two theories 1) Someone in my family was blacklisted after a love affair with a big lizard, which has left me a bit cold blooded or 2) I am just nostalgic for one of my favorite pop stations when I was a teen, now it plays bad 90s soft rock...

Rafiki and I on a healthier day, how cute is he?!

Rafiki has been quite the cuddle buddy the past few days, and even though he has a tendency to viciously attack my arm, I must admit, he knows when I am not feeling 100%.  Well, it is time for my mid-afternoon viewing of The Little Mermaid and a cuddle sesh with my fluffy roommate :D