Monday, January 14, 2013
Last Monday afternoon, my throat felt scratchy from maybe talking too much in meeting after meeting or from breathing office air. By Tuesday morning, it was clear that Something Was Wrong. End of day Tuesday revealed that I had the cold/flu/plague that was taking down scores of the American public right now, including many in my office. It's rare that I really get sick, like bad sick, needing to take sick days sick, so I found myself unable to cope. I wasn't totally lay-in-bed sick, but Christ knows I didn't feel fine. So there I was, working almost-full days and only leaving at 2 or 3 in the afternoon. We had three deadlines coming up fast, and I had a metric assload of meetings to attend and lead, so there was no staying home. I was furious about this, but I'm not sure where the blame lies. I'm sure I have some culpability for the situation--as Vinnie once said to me, "Pixie, if you were hit by a bus and in a coma, what would happen? Would the project stop? No, they'd manage to get it done. So go home and pretend you're in a coma."
Towards the end of the week, we got good news. The economic climate in Bieffee, MT had changed slightly, and some of the doctors that St. Ermahgerd was hiring either weren't coming on board or wouldn't be hired as soon as we all initially thought. Therefore, the hospital didn't have to start contruction next month as originally planned. We now had an extra two weeks for DDs, and the clinic portion of the hospital would finally have a real DD phase instead of going straight to CDs. The entire team breathed a sigh of relief. I went home at 3 instead of 5.
My team will further be buoyed by the news that over the weekend, my cold turned into a runny nose and a violent cough which has rendered me mute. If I need to talk to Guy, I have to stand in the doorway of the TV room and wave at him, whispering hoarsely like a debarked dog with opposable thumbs and a flannel robe. According to Mom (who had this ailment over the Xmas holidays), the coughing means I'm on the road to recovery, but my throat hurts so badly from the coughing that it seems like a pretty poorly-maintained road with washboard ruts and big rocks in the middle that you could high-side on. Blech.