I took a rare sick day from work today. When I woke up with a temperature of 102.2, I decided then and there to stay home. For one, I felt crap-tacular. Also, I didn’t want to risk spreading whatever I had to the other people in the office.

Believe me, I’d have rather been at work than home sick.

I didn’t watch much of any TV because I really didn’t feel like it. I took a nap around 1 pm, which was nice.

I rarely get sick, so sometimes I forget how much it sucks. You have no energy and that fuzzy-headed feeling when you have a fever is definitely not one of my favorites.

So I’m following the protocol for getting well. I’ve rested, taken lots of Vitamin C, took Ibuprofen every few hours, and basically thought positive.

I just hope I sleep better tonight than last night. The irony is that when you’re sick, you need sleep and you often don’t sleep well at all. At least I don’t.

I look at it this way. It could’ve been so much worse. Compared to what so many others are suffering through, what I have feels like an inconvenience.

I guess I’ll just be a little more thankful for good heath when I get well.