Just Another Manic Workday!

I’v been sick.

And depressed.

And depressed by the sickness.

And sick of being depressed.

And at home for the last 4 days. 4 days while the sickness and depression cycle drove everyone else nuts. The husband learnt a new thing . That he might have been fraudulently married off to a 4 year old ankle-biter instead of whom he’d thought to be his smart and sexy wife.

So what actually happened? I caught the Viral flu. Bugging combination of cold, fever and cough. With each trying to outdo the other. So while the fever threatened to explode the mercury right out from the thermometer, the cold decided that the mouth could do the nose’s job of breathing and was thus to be rendered useless, and the cough held the throat to ransom. The husband was rather happy for a bit that I remained unequipped to talk, but later discovered that making me talk and calling me ‘Minnie Mouse’ gave him more pleasure. This was when he realized that a sick wife is never to be messed with. He’s doing the dishes for a year now.

I’ve also come to the conclusion that my career is stuck in a deep swamp. The least said the better there. But depression is what I went into. Avoided people, except for the husband who is now applying for a refresher course in Sanity to make up for the mind he’s now lost. But who has also sweetly assured me that he would be fine if I decide to sit home and cook for him. Cook for him. See. I told him that. Now you know HOW depressed I was!

Never mind. I’m back now. The battle against fever was won by the large, frightening tablets of Crocin. Cold and Cough are still rampant, but this is because the beer-loving immune system complains about the piddly-rationed doses of Benedryl.

I’m trying Brandy tonight. In large doses. That should combat Depression as well!