Golden Rule of Taper: Thou shalt stock your cubicle with more vitamins and pills than a drugstore aisle holds in order to avoid getting sick.
Look up hypochondriacism in the dictionary and here's what you get: Excessive concern and conversation about one’s health. That's me, right there, right now. Last night my husband made a noise in the other room and I froze in fear. "Did you just cough??!" I yelled to him. Umm, no, he had dropped a shampoo bottle. Mental case, much?
My boss is sick--his office is about 30 feet from my cubicle and I can hear him coughing, sneezing and sniffling throughout the day. My cube mate was out of the office with the flu for two days last week. And last night, when I reached down to pick up a crumpled piece of paper in my office hallway (good samaratin that I am) I recoiled instantly: It was a wadded up, used tissue. Lovely. I remember how my friend Nate got sick before running Chicago this fall. Not. fun. I'm OCD with anxiety about falling victim to a similar fate.
Anyway, I went to bed last night with a scratchy throat (I think). I did not sleep well last night. I woke up feeling okay. But my throat still seems a little weird--like I'm catching something. I walked into work this morning and sorta coughed/ cleared my throat. "Oh no!" my boos cried from his office, "You sound sick! Did I get you sick? Oh no, Liz!" It was not what I needed to hear.
So, I just blew $20 at Walgreens on Zicam (my boss swears by it at the first sign of a cold...then again, he's as pale as a ghost and should be home getting well!), Airborne and AlkaSeltzer. I've already been washing my hands so much they're raw, taking E-boost, Vitamin C and a multi-vitamin.
My throat feels scratchy.
Look up hypochondriacism in the dictionary and here's what you get: Excessive concern and conversation about one’s health. That's me, right there, right now. Last night my husband made a noise in the other room and I froze in fear. "Did you just cough??!" I yelled to him. Umm, no, he had dropped a shampoo bottle. Mental case, much?
My boss is sick--his office is about 30 feet from my cubicle and I can hear him coughing, sneezing and sniffling throughout the day. My cube mate was out of the office with the flu for two days last week. And last night, when I reached down to pick up a crumpled piece of paper in my office hallway (good samaratin that I am) I recoiled instantly: It was a wadded up, used tissue. Lovely. I remember how my friend Nate got sick before running Chicago this fall. Not. fun. I'm OCD with anxiety about falling victim to a similar fate.
Anyway, I went to bed last night with a scratchy throat (I think). I did not sleep well last night. I woke up feeling okay. But my throat still seems a little weird--like I'm catching something. I walked into work this morning and sorta coughed/ cleared my throat. "Oh no!" my boos cried from his office, "You sound sick! Did I get you sick? Oh no, Liz!" It was not what I needed to hear.
So, I just blew $20 at Walgreens on Zicam (my boss swears by it at the first sign of a cold...then again, he's as pale as a ghost and should be home getting well!), Airborne and AlkaSeltzer. I've already been washing my hands so much they're raw, taking E-boost, Vitamin C and a multi-vitamin.
My throat feels scratchy.
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