Sicky poo.

Well, this weekend was by no means the most fun two days I’ve ever had, but it was entirely necessarily. Let me break it down for you.

Remember on Friday when I was all, “Yo peeps, I think I’m comin’ down wit somethin.”

What, you don’t remember me getting gangsta on you? Well…we’ll just agree to disagree.

The fact is, I told you I thought my body might be trying to get sick. AND I WAS RIGHT.

I spent the rest of Friday feeling progressively worse. And considering the number of people in my office who have recent contracted the flu, I didn’t need a medial degree to read the signs. Achiness? Check. Sore throat? Check. Chills? Check. General run-down-edness? Double check.

I ended up leaving around 4 p.m. in an attempt to get home before it really set in.

But what is the true sign that I was really not feeling well?


The long-time readers of this blog will realize what a feat this was. (Um, hi post I wrote in April of 2010 about this very topic.) When I told my husband what I had done, he got a look of genuine concern and said, “Oh man, you must really be sick.”

Turns out I had a fever of almost 100 degrees. So…yeah. I was.

When I got home (and I have to mention this because it will please my mother to no end), I took this medicine that my mom swears by to prevent flu-like symptoms from evolving into full-blown flu, Oscillococcinum. If you’ve never heard of it, it’s pronounced oh-sill-oh-cox-ih-num, and it’s some kind of homeopathic medicine that looks and tastes like sugar crystals. The crystals come in these tiny tubes, and if you feel the flu coming on, you’re supposed to pour one of the tubes out under your tongue and let the crystals dissolve. You do this every six hours until symptoms subside.

I have no idea how or why it works (I don’t have a medical degree, remember?), but it has never failed me. Highly recommend it if you’re getting the flu.

Anyway. Back to our story.

I then proceeded to loaf on the couch until 10 p.m., where upon I promptly fell asleep for over thirteen hours.

Let that sink in for a second. I slept for over half a day. Until almost noon the next afternoon. This from a person who has trouble sleeping passed 9:30 on a day when I’m genuinely tired.

I felt worlds better after my mini coma ( and no longer had a fever), but I wasn’t exactly doing cartwheels just yet. And despite all the sleep I got, I still dozed a bit throughout Saturday and didn’t really leave the couch except for emergencies. Saturday night, I slept nine hours. (Yeah, all this sleep was kind of glorious.)

By Sunday night, the only remnant of my sickness was some congestion and post-nasal drip. Which, while not ideal, is bearable.

Honestly, I know there is never a good time to get sick, but this really wasn’t the worst time. I didn’t start feeling really bad until Friday, so I didn’t have to miss any work, and I was struck on the one weekend this month that I had zero plans to begin with. (Well, that’s not entirely true. We were supposed to go to a concert on Saturday, and we had to skip it. But Joey was able to sell the tickets, so even that wasn’t as bad as it could have been.)

And considering the busy schedule I’m looking at through the next month, a weekend of almost thirty hours of sleep ain’t too shabby. That’s a part-time job’s worth of sleep right there.

So anyway. Today, I’m feeling much, much better besides the lingering congestion. And hoping that now that I’ve had my seasonal fall cold and my brush with the flu, I’m officially done getting sick until my seasonal spring cold.

Anyone else get the flu? Apparently it’s a pretty big thing this year? Everyone’s doing it, as it were?