Sorry for the long silence, I’ve been sick for the past several days with an unpleasant combination of chest cold and migraine. (In case you’re unfamiliar with this little slice of hell, anything that makes a migrainey head shake repeatedly is BAD.) I left work midday Friday, so cold and miserable on my only-two-and-a-half-block walk home that I decided not to go out again until April.
But the migraine broke this afternoon, so I feel better even though the cough is still hanging on. This is my second cold since we got here, we’re both sick, and now our pharmaceutical supplies are low. One of us is sure we can easily replace the Theraflu and prescription migraine pills here; the other has more of a scarcity mentality, but either way our shipped stuff is — finally — scheduled for delivery Wednesday so we’ll have more.
My theory is that when you’re in a new place, you get sick a lot, but my sweet colleagues have a different theory. I got this message this morning, which I thought was adorable.
“I am so sorry (frown). hope you will get well soon (smile). I am out off mobile unit, so couldn’t reply. Take a good care of you and see you (smile).
We are so sorry for the cold room (frown).”