Today, I am home sick. Home? “Shouldn’t you be home on Sunday anyways?” you may ask. Well, no. My workplace requires working seven days a week, but only eight hours a day. As opposed to 12 to 14 hours a day that my previous job required. At any rate.. This is the second time in the past four days that I’ve been out sick because of a new substance being used at work. However, that is a different story altogether. Today’s story is about my medicine. My cat.
Shadow, my cat, has been nuzzling me all day on the couch – where I’ve been spending my day. Between bouts of drinking liquids to keep my stomach settled and snacking (because eating a whole meal is probably not a good idea), I’ve been watching TV and well.. catnapping. This may all sound like fun and games, but I feel like a truck hit me while I was sleeping. Did anyone get the license plates?
Shadow did. She’s got the remedy.
Tomorrow, it’s off to the doctor to be lectured about my horrific allergies. I know better than to expose myself to certain things, even with Personal Protective Equipment (PPE) I experience adverse effects to things that others do not. Like mold, dust, and food powder. My doctor is very respectful and considerate, but I am sure that even he will be sure to reprimand me, as I have been doing to myself all day. Thankfully, all I’ve gotten out of my kitty is purrs.
Despite the reminders about my health that I will receive tomorrow, I am still looking forward to waking up and having my sinuses open. Right now they are still inflamed but nowhere near what they were when I woke up. With multiple sinus rinses, lots of rest, and some Zicam nose spray.. my sinuses are slowly recovering. Along with my stomach. The rest of me though, I feel like a zombie.
At least I can get plenty of rest with a furry remedy.
Screw brains, I just want sleep.