and things went downhill from there

I sincerely hope that I didn't pass along this virus to anybody that I met at the convention. For the first time in days I'm actually (almost) starting to feel better - we'll see how I feel after the meds wear off. More accurately, today I'm not curled up in a miserable little ball thinking, "I wish this cold would either clear up or kill me and be done with."

I apologize to everyone who I didn't get to spend enough time with at the con. I wasn't purposely avoiding, or blowing anyone off at the con. I'm afraid for the most part I was just feeling too miserable to be good company, and I spent an inordinate amount of time moping around up in our room.

As an added bonus, I threw out my back helping to load up a truck on Sunday night. Fortunately my cold took a nasty turn for the worse right after that and distracted me from the pain (though the pain killers and a hot shower also helped). Aw man, I'm gettin' old and falling apart.

I felt so lousy when I woke up yesterday morning I decided to take the day off work.  I doped myself up on assorted medications, fired off an email and crawled back into bed for another 4 hours.  I felt so much better after my nap that I almost considered coming in late and putting in a couple of hours - but better sense prevailed and instead I played WoW for the rest of the day.  I was almost beginning to entertain the idea that I'd shaken this cold when the medication wore off and I felt as lousy as ever.  Bleah.  I slugged back some Nyquil and dragged my weary butt off to bed again where, in spite of getting nearly 11 hours sleep the night before, I managed to get in another solid 7 hours.

I felt like crap again this morning, but nothing like yesterday.  I'm sitting at my desk at work now, buzzing slightly but otherwise feeling fairly mediocre.  I can deal with mediocre.  I'm all about mediocre.