Not-Quite Sick

Last weekend, I was sick. It started on Thursday (the 7th. by "last weekend" I mean the last complete weekend we had. I know it's Sunday night, but right now it's still "this weekend". Tomorrow morning "this weekend" will turn into "last weekend", but for the intent of this blog posting, "last weekend" is specifically February 9 and 10, 2008. Aren't you glad I clarified all of that?) when I felt tired and worn down. Friday, my brain didn't work (and I missed my breakfast with Shannon and Jen, which I'd really looked forward to. Sigh). Saturday and Sunday I was fairly useless, and I actually slept until 2 pm one of the days. I have no idea which at this point, but I do know that I desperately needed the rest. By Monday, I was fairly human and have remained so. EXCEPT FOR ONE THING. My eyes hurt. They feel like I've been in an overchlorinated pool all day. Like I looked directly at the sun. Like I rubbed sand into them. Like someone made me cry for days. THEY HURT. And that makes me sad and angry, but mostly it just sucks because nobody gets sympathy because their stupid eyes just hurt. And I'm a girl that loves a little sympathy. Not that I ever get any.

Oh yeah, Mr. LT is sick with whatever it is that I had last weekend. Poor guy. I don't think he's gotten out of his recliner more than three times all weekend. I feel badly that he has what I had. I hope his eyes won't hurt for a week. If they do, I'll try to at least be sympathetic. Or something.