I don’t like missing work. It messes with my sense of responsibility, for starters. There are things that need doing, dammit! I especially dislike being Mr. Sick All The Time, which is a title I haven’t worn since the dark latter days of my Oregon Stamp & Stationery gig, and which at this rate I’ll be wearing again. I’ve only had this job since July and I’ve already been sick twice? We’re not amused.

If I sit (or lay) still, I’m generally okay and feel mostly normal. Moving around, however, is no fun at all. I’m weak, disoriented easily, periodically dizzy nearly to the point of nausea, and now my stomach wants to cramp up at odd times.

(I apologize at this point to random strangers coming in from NaBloPoMo. You really don’t want to hear about my health woes, but at the moment it’s all I have going on. I know.)

So I’m going to rest, rest, rest, drink plenty of fluids, yadda yadda. Whatever has got me had better finish with me soon; I have work to do and people to see!