Well, just ducky. (Illness; whine.)

Soooo...it got worse. Trust me, I didn't sleep well last night; I kept waking up/stirring/hurting. Eventually got up and added a tylenol, and slept for a whole hour straight. Then the alarm went off.

Even with the tylenol, I'm still too warm or too cold, my throat hurts like blazes, my neck is stiff, my head is stuffed up, and of course, I'm tired. Oh, and the stuffed-up nose or something is making my sense of balance mildly questionable. The lovely idea of teaching a full-day class like this is not improving my day, so I figured, with this throat, I'd better try talking.

In a nice, subdued tone of voice, I can manage anywhere from one to four sentences before I start gagging on the feel of speech in my throat. And I'm sure that addressing a group of 20 in a nice subdued tone of voice will work well, now, won't it? I can speak decently in a whisper, though.

Called my boss. He's going to see if he can substitute other people in, but, he won't know until about 8:15 in all likelihood. He may call me then and say he needs me over there.

Ugh. All I want to do is go back to bed. Instead, I'll be getting ready, just in case I have to go teach a class of 20 people while feeling like this. Watch me be just thrilled, here....

Edit: the system architect is taking my class. I get to go back to bed. Whew.

I love my meds.

After I slept until noon, had soup and water and basically did nothing that required either physical exertion or brainpower except where strictly necessary, I have been feeling a little better. Make no mistake, though, I got up at noon because the medicine had worn off. Tylenol and decongestant make a huge difference right now.

Why is this important? Because right at this minute, I'm doing without them. I'm about to take them, but I waited about an hour more than I wanted to, so that when I have to go into work to create the CD's and do a two-hour conference call, I know they won't wear off till I'm home again.

There's a difference between feeling lousy and spacy, and feeling like death-warmed-over. I'd rather avoid the latter, but especially while driving.

Sorry for all the whining today. I don't often get this sick, and I hate it, but I daresay you'd worked out the latter fact before now. :P

Update, 5:20 - my boss said he'd move the files around and burn the CDs, so I didn't have to go in. We found out when he got over there that the network was down, so this doesn't work, since we need to send files back and forth. However, it's a minimum of 20 minutes to work, and the conference call is in 10 minutes, so I'm not going anywhere. This means, of course, that unless he can get the files to me, I might get to go in after the call.

Somehow, that didn't make things better.

Update 9:00 - I didn't go in, because the network was really down there. Can't copy files from one machine to another sort of down. Not much good that going in would do. I get to try to drag myself in early tomorrow. (If I feel really shitty, I'll drag myself in and then drag myself home.... Unless I'm literally unable to do it, then, well, boss knows which file desperately needed, anyway.)