Eyes on the prize, Kate...

It took the doctor's office nearly eight hours to call me back on Monday ... but I felt vindicated. They agreed it was the flu (even though flu season hasn't officially begun). Turns out it's going around Paul's department, so we're not alone.

My fever peaked at 102.6 F Monday night. I'm still running a (slight) fever. Don't tell my boss.

I went into work for about three hours tonight after the place cleared out. I'm racing the clock now because I leave for Florida in a few days, and I've got to finish a few things before I go. I'll be back there bright and early in the morning. We'll see if I can make it until 5 p.m. before passing out on my keyboard.

That's the worst part about the flu. Having succumbed to the annual epidemic for the last three years, I can say from experience that the exhaustion lasts far longer than the symptoms. Of course, I go back to work as soon as I can (Walking germ factory? Who me?), but I don't feel up to par for a while after that.

The CDC says the exhaustion can last three or four weeks. Maybe some time on the beach will be just the remedy I need. ^_^

P.S. Monstee's poem made me cry. Stupid sweet poem. Stupid fever. ::grins::