The Elephant in the Room...

...is sitting on my head. Or at least that's what it feels like. My immune system has been playing games with me for the past few days - ever since my coworker came in to the office practically on her death bed (death office ergonomic chair?). For two days, she consistently sneezed, blew her nose, and breathed her germs over our common work space. I tried to limit my in-office phone use, so as not to come in direct contact with her bacteria, but I seem to have failed.

Office Savior and I discussed our various symptoms over the course of the day yesterday, recounting tales of sore throats and itchy eyeballs (not just a symptom of salmonella - which I've had!). Mysteriously, but not so mysteriously, we both seemed to pep up when we left the office. It's almost as if the office was psychosomatically making us feel worse. Go figure! All seemed well on the home front until I woke up this morning with a clogged nostril and a headache the size of Kim Kardashian's rear. Four Advils in the span of an hour later, I still felt like crap and had a giant report waiting for me to take out back and get pregnant - with data.

Left work a few hours early and tried to sweat this infection out (by napping, not actually doing exercise - please!). Needless to say, I don't feel any better this evening, but my report has a warm glow to it.