Yesterday I took a day off for being sick. I figured I deserved it after suffering through Tuesday. I wish I could say I had a wonderful and exciting day full of naps, movies, and a good book. Instead I just kind of hung around all day trying to accept the fact that breathing is overrated. There was one nap and
one movie and part of
a good book in between doses of medication and enough tea and orange juice to land me a spot in the Guiness Book of World Records for tea and orange juice consumption.
I am happy to say that while not entirely well, I am feeling much better today. However, this morning at work everyone was saying, "oh, I didn't think you'd be here today" which made me really angry that I didn't just go for broke and take another day.
At least I didn't get sick last week and miss the holiday party. It was a social event marked by an endless supply of free drink tickets and custom made pasta. The custom made pasta was fascinating. There were about 4 chefs standing at a table full of plates of veggies, pasta, and sauce, all separated by type. Each chef had his own frying pans and cooking surface. Beginning with the first chef, each person got to select what they wanted. The first chef would cook the veggies and pass the pan down. The next chef would add some pasta, and so on. I wonder if I could get them to come to my house and do that. It was quite a thing to watch although maybe not as amazing as say,
the Blue Man Group. But then again, I'm sick and delirious and I wouldn't really know.