It has meant that I've been home, working, and dealing with dogs and usual housewifery stuff while suffering from that same crud. And I was so careful to avoid catching it! Sigh...terrible, terrible coughing and exhaustion...I am so fortunate to not have to go into an office to work - and they've all expressed thanks at my remaining ensconced in my own bacterial/viral crap at home.
Short tempered, I've been trying to keep up with the workload and just barely doing so. But the inevitable "this task sucks so I am giving it to YOU" crap turns up and I have to remind myself - I make a lot of money (relatively speaking) and have tremendous freedom...
I look at all that has to be done, all around me, and grow weary with the constant burden. I don't even consider that there is another week yet to come...I look at the puppy sleeping beside me, the tufts of fur between his pads twitching with dreams. I want to smell those dorito paws but not wake him and start the whole "Walk? Time to walk? Can we, huh?" because it means a wheezing, hacking trek that I simply haven't the energy for.
Selfish, selfish...I consider my frustration with these petty irritations, and those frown lines etch deeper. I look at the box of chocolates (Ferrero Roche, thankyouverymuch) Trooper brought home along with the cough medicine after a 14 hour day and I feel a terrible shame at complaining.
My eye falls on the thank you note in a wobbly but deliberate hand from this man and the shame is complete.
Yes - I think I can manage a dog walk, some cleaning up, and some conference calls. Indeed, I do.
Thanks for kicking that mental crutch out from under me, Sir.