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mapsedgeThis time it's hitting me much harder. I spent most of today - after 3:00 or so - in bed, trying to find some comfortable position. I feel like I never did, but I must have because every time I'd open my eyes and look to the clock, forty-five minutes or an hour would have passed. Yep, that's right folks: I was passing out. In spite of all that, cumulatively I managed to put in almost a full day of work1. I'm still dragging, but as of now, 9:30, I'm at least functioning on some level.
This time it's going to end up in my throat and chest; I can already feel it. I've taken an Excedrin Migraine in the hopes that the heavier-duty medicine will take the edge off my throat/neck pain. My joints ache, but that's nothing new.
Tomorrow, DataGuy is going in for surgery on his knee (something I probably have to look forward to in 2009), so if it's at all possible I have to drag my lily-white corn-fed Nebraskan butt into the office. Someday, we'll have a phone system we can forward, but as of now the rule is: we can work from home if we need to, but somebody needs to be in the office to answer the phone. If it's icy, then I'll stay home; if I can't safely drive because I'm too sick, then I'll stay home. Otherwise, in I'll go, but I'm taking a pillow and locking my office door. Michelle will fuss at me, that's why we pay her the Big Bucks.
1 Believe it or not, two days ago that was a perfect layout in all major browsers. The client, in his never-ending quest for his vision of perfection, fucked it up2. Again. I'll fix it once, tomorrow maybe. If he insists on messing with it thereafter, he can live with the consequences.
2 That, or he bullied DataGuy into doing it. That's possible, too.
This time it's going to end up in my throat and chest; I can already feel it. I've taken an Excedrin Migraine in the hopes that the heavier-duty medicine will take the edge off my throat/neck pain. My joints ache, but that's nothing new.
Tomorrow, DataGuy is going in for surgery on his knee (something I probably have to look forward to in 2009), so if it's at all possible I have to drag my lily-white corn-fed Nebraskan butt into the office. Someday, we'll have a phone system we can forward, but as of now the rule is: we can work from home if we need to, but somebody needs to be in the office to answer the phone. If it's icy, then I'll stay home; if I can't safely drive because I'm too sick, then I'll stay home. Otherwise, in I'll go, but I'm taking a pillow and locking my office door. Michelle will fuss at me, that's why we pay her the Big Bucks.
1 Believe it or not, two days ago that was a perfect layout in all major browsers. The client, in his never-ending quest for his vision of perfection, fucked it up2. Again. I'll fix it once, tomorrow maybe. If he insists on messing with it thereafter, he can live with the consequences.
2 That, or he bullied DataGuy into doing it. That's possible, too.