D-minus-2

When you were a child, were you ever sick at Christmas? I remember one year my brother had the flu. On Christmas morning, the normally rambunctious boy laid back in a recliner chair looking green and showing very little emotion over the gifts he unwrapped.

We're just days away and I'm practically bedridden this weekend. My stomach ulcer - which hasn't given me trouble in years - flared up late last week. It feels like I'm driving nails up my arm in my stomach. Yesterday I went to the pharmacy and picked up some medicine, which doesn't seem to be helping a lot yet but is providing some wonderfully inconvenient side effects which I will not disgust you with.

Unfortunately, my office is working tomorrow. Well, some of us are. Many people took the day off. I think my boss is only going to keep us a half day though.

Hope your final days in the countdown are more pleasurable than mine.

UPDATE 12/24: I got to work 15 minutes late this morning and still had my pick of several spots right out front. I think we must be the only people here today...I am supremely dehydrated from my illness this weekend - to the point that my joints and muscles are in extreme pain. Like having the flu, only worse. More like having been run over by a bus. But what was I going to do? Call in SICK on Xmas eve? Oh yeah, that wouldn't seem suspicious at all.