Gotta love the USA, where coming to work sick is ostensibly discouraged, but if you stay home you get fired. Not sure which of my colleagues shared – there were plenty to choose from – but someone passed on their flu/cold bug. Urg.
I did get a flu shot last week, and while I obviously am not up to running any marathons, I’ve definitely had bouts of this crap where I felt worse. As long as I bypass the coughing-fits-losing-voice end of it that normally grabs me once the initial fever and stuffy nose moves on to the next recipient. The coughing part is relentless once it takes hold. I’ve got meds and know how to use them, thank goodness, including treatment for the bronchitis and for the cough. Cross your fingers that this year I sail free of those lovely aftereffects and don’t even need the next round of meds.
The joint pain has been blissfully reduced these days thanks to my sis’s revelation on magnesium oil. If any of my readers have arthritis, carpal tunnel or fibromyalgia: seriously, this stuff is heaven. It works within seconds, it’s safe even for pregnant women, is inexpensive and doesn’t require a prescription. I’ve dumped all the worthless prescriptions and just gone to this and I’ve had less pain in the last week or so than I’ve had in years. Biggest trick is to be consistent. It’s topical so it never occurred to me that it should be used regularly; I discovered if I let it slide it takes a few applications to bring me back to the same level of relief.
Then again, could be more than a little due to the fact that I’ve done a hella lot of walking lately – on the magnitude of probably ten times what I could before adding this little miracle to my repertoire. I’m to the point of investing in the key to the fitness room and actually DOING the darned exercise that’s supposedly so good for me. Heh.
Working OT tomorrow, five hours’ worth. Still crossing my fingers toward the big prize. My team’s definitely in the running, but it’s a juggling act among the top five teams. Long as we’re in the top two when the contest concludes and I can keep my proverbial nose clean, I’m happy. It also wouldn’t break my heart to be one of the top two on the team, who each gets another $xx added to the mix. In this job, numbers can change in a heartbeat.
All righty then. G said he wants to go to the “LSD” store. (It’s actually the LDS thrift store in town, heh. He dubbed it that eons ago.) So we’re heading out. I’ll be taking it easy along the way, no worries. One of the nicer aspect of hitting the thrift stores is my ability to sit down and be lazy mid-shop! (For the record, I’ve had this long enough I shouldn’t be contagious any more. I’m all for sharing – long as it doesn’t entail sharing germs.)