Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Tissue Time

The picture above is an example of what I'm carrying around this week. My tissue box cover does not have such an interesting pattern as the one above does. Mine was created with crazy hippy yarn so it's a gillion different colors. My gran made it and I love it. I've had it since college so it's got lots of memories (and probably lots of cooties if I think about it.)

About once a year I get a major flu/cold. It always seems to hit around the new year. This January was no exception. (It didn't help that I have sick kids coming to school sneezing and coughing on me all day.) To top it all off, it's midterms week. I've got tests and papers to grade and grades to enter by Friday. Not the time to take sick leave. Sigh.

Instead I plod on into work, carrying my tissue box bravely. (I also discreetly cough and sneeze in the direction of those tweens who cursed me with this pox.) My head hurts, my throat burns, and my nose is redder than Rudolph's. NyQuil is my elixir. I want to die. I have to remind myself---this too shall pass. This too shall pass.

Copyright 2011 Corrina Terry


  1. Oh, that's how I felt last week, but I didn't have to go to work. Hang in there!

  2. Ah, sis, get well soon! (Take a sick day and put your feet up, doctor's orders!)