checking in

I'm still here. My second week was not quite as hellacious as the first, until I started coming down with the Ebola virus on Thursday. heh, just kidding, but some of the {cute nose crinkle} members of the public I encounter are not courteous enough to stay home when they are contagious. I should have seen it coming, I was falling asleep before 9pm earlier in the week, but I just chalked that up to work related exhaustion. However, when I sat in my office literally shivering with feverish chills, I knew I was in for a real treat. Of course I am new and haven't accrued any sick days, so I had to "tough it out" on Friday, which actually wasn't that bad because I doped myself out on Benadryl and hyped myself up with Emergen-C, resulting in a cool loopy feeling similar to...um nevermind I'll stop there for fear of incriminating myself. ;-) And yesterday night I solidered on to a belated Valentine's dinner that turned out to be extremely enjoyable.

At any rate, I'm debating whether I should go to yoga, I don't want to be a hypocrite and spread my germs and waste my calories that could be used for healing my body on exercise. Also, I have plenty of other things I could do until my 10:30am appointment. However, I've read that once you manifest symptoms, you are no longer contagious. And I'm not disgustingly snuffling or uncontrollably coughing, at this point it is more of an internal feeling of congestion in my chest. And this particular class is low-key restorative yoga, not dynamic. Plus I rarely wake up with enough time to get ready for it on Saturday mornings and I could put the other stuff off til later. hmmmmm....what will win out, selfishness and vanity or moral righetousness? ;-)