A recipe for disaster.
Sunday, I came down with a really bad head cold. Stuffed up, aching joints, the whole nine yards.
Monday, I went to work.
This was my big mistake. Because yesterday turned out to be a nearly 300 mile day. After bouncing around in the damn truck for almost eight hours, I was vomiting, barely able to stay awake to drive, and really felt like crap.
Kirsten didn't work yesterday, so she came and got me. We got home about 1500, and I was asleep within minutes.
Still feel like hell today, so I'm hiding under blankets and waiting for the stupid rhinovirus to go away.
Monday, I went to work.
This was my big mistake. Because yesterday turned out to be a nearly 300 mile day. After bouncing around in the damn truck for almost eight hours, I was vomiting, barely able to stay awake to drive, and really felt like crap.
Kirsten didn't work yesterday, so she came and got me. We got home about 1500, and I was asleep within minutes.
Still feel like hell today, so I'm hiding under blankets and waiting for the stupid rhinovirus to go away.