Ick.

By the time I left work last night (or rather, this morning), I was developing a pretty bad sore throat. When I woke up today, it was much worse, and my nose was pretty stuffed up, to boot. A decongestant and a throat lozenge did a reasonable job of relieving the symptoms, but then I just couldn't get back to sleep... Which means not only do I appear to be coming down with something, but I'm now going to be operating on about four hours of sleep. Bleah. Coming home from vacation and immediately getting sick is not my idea of a happy time.

Funnily, enough, I remember picking up a fragment of cookie that had fallen onto my tray table on the airplane coming home and thinking, "Oh, I really shouldn't eat this. These airplane surfaces are crawling with germs." And then eating it anyway, of course. So maybe it's my own damned fault. Then again, there does seem to be something going around. The guy I relieved last night said he wasn't feeling well, and thought he might be calling in sick today. Which probably means it's a pretty bad idea for me to call in sick, too. Which I might very well want to do if I start feeling any worse. Sigh.