I awoke in the middle of the night on Monday and my throat felt kind of funny. Managed to get back to sleep, but woke up before my lab on Tuesday morning feeling like absolute dung. I dragged myself in to the lab at school and did the first portion of my practicum for the semester. Got to the lab and one of the admin people asked if I'd like to re-schedule and no, thank you, I was already miserable and out of bed, I was going to stick it out. I made 9 of 9 points, so that's a start. I hate to risk exposure to anyone else, I wash my hands frequently, etc, but it's a most unforgiving system and I'm not giving a whit of indication that I'm slacking.
Lucky for me my noon class was not meeting, so I came home and made some garlicky soup and piddled around the house until time to go back to school for a test at 6pm. I think I most likely made an A on the test, to my amazement. I'm the kind of person who doesn't really benefit from last-minute study -- my anxiety level at that point is generally so high that absorption will be next to nil. I have to study regularly and try to cement that information by repeated exposure wherein I have a better overview grasp of things. Even so, I like to read through the high spots the day of the test to refresh my mind on certain details, but I felt too badly to do that yesterday, and thought I'd be phoning it in on the test. Turns out I actually remembered quite a bit, through the fog. So, yeah. I expect an A.
Today I don't have classes, don't have to be anywhere. Slept a little late and on/off. I've reached that point where my sinuses are running like faucets, but if I lay on one side, the sinuses on that side fill up and if I roll over, all the fluid shifts. Bizarre. I'm waiting for that moment when you know the sickness is passing. Waiting. This is boring and maddening, because I feel like I should be doing something. I think I'll pop in a movie and doze with peaceful music and doze while it plays. Since my nearly fatal bout with pneumonia, I know better than to mess around when I'm sick.
Also, cold weather is coming, and for the first time, I knew before I heard the news because of weird feelings in the knitted bones in my face. That's one thing I didn't consider with the surgery last December, but I still would have done it. I have to go to one class tomorrow afternoon, but other than that, I don't have to be anywhere in the next handful of days, so I hope to get well-rested and past this terrible cold. I've got stuff on hand to make beans and soup, the kibble bin is full and the puppies have a more than adequate supply of treats for a month or so, so I'm well fortified for the present. I just hope I don't run out of nose tissue, which I will do, at this rate.