Thanks, my friend

My Sudafed is working rather well, but I'd still rather be in bed than at work.  I think I'll be spending my lunch hour passed out on the floor with my blanket.  

It came on quite suddenly.  I went to bed on Saturday feeling damn fine and woke up Sunday breathing snot bubbles.  I tried to go about my day,  it just wasn't working.  I had every intention of going to the park and feeding the ducks.  I'm fairly certain I passed out saying so...arguing that I was not  tired and the ducks needed a cookie.  I woke up wondering when exactly I had fallen asleep.  I slept for four hours in the middle of the afternoon. 

It was nice to have someone look out for me, even though I was not looking out for me.  Plenty of people will be your friend when you're at your best,  but few will stick by you when you're dripping snot, mumbling incoherently, drooling on their pillow, and mostly unconcious.  Is ""Thanks"" enough?  I still have that cookie.