January-under the weather

Monday is anything but manic. As was the weekend. This is Indiana in January which equals gray clouds, snow, ice, wind and 4,000 different viruses to choose from. I'm not sure which one I have (or is that which one has me!) but my throat is sore, I can hardly talk, and if I try to it usually brings on a round of coughing that hurts my entire body. I had my flu shot so this is clearly one of the other 3,999 options. In my manic mind I hate sick days when I'm off work and, therefore, at home and feel so bad I still can't so any of the hundred thing on my "Things to do at Home" list. Then there is the constant knowledge that when I go back to work all of today's work will be there to greet me along with tomorrow's and possibly the next day's depending on when I feel well enough to go back. Since my job includes being a salesperson it is really tough to do without a voice. So, here I am, at home, blogging. And coughing. Being sick is one of the hardest things for me and my type "A" personality. I don't know for sure what the "A" originally stood for but I think it's for ALL. I want to do it all, see it all, finish it all - all today, if possible. Even when I'm sick I'm trying to figure out something I feel well enough to do. By 10:00 a.m. I got dressed - not because I needed to for any reason other than that I couldn't stand to be so unproductive as to stay in my jammies all day.