It was so hard to get my sorry self to work yesterday. I had the flu a couple of weeks ago - I don't recommend it - and the cough and fatigue have lingered. I entered this stretch of shifts feeling sluggish and still a little short of breath. My coworkers cracked good-natured jokes the whole weekend about how I needed to check in as a patient. Considering I've spent most of the last two weeks first feverish and vomiting, then alternately passed out and hacking up a lung, it felt more accurate than amusing. I'm pretty tired.
