I started my new job on Tuesday.
I was so nervous, I almost puked.
I'm just doing between eight and ten hours a week at the chiropractic office around the corner from our house. It's the same place I did events with last spring, so it's not like I don't know the people.
It's rough because I haven't worked in an office setting in over three years. So, I'm basically starting from scratch client-wise.
I'm hoping access to chiropractic patients will make the transition easier.
But, naturally, things can't go the way they're supposed to.
I started feeling nasty last Saturday. And then three times as nasty on Monday night. Tuesday, my first day of work, I propped myself up with a dose of NyQuil and Mucinex and went to work (which was kind of anti-climactic anyway because I got there and everyone acted like they didn't know I was coming and I ended up doing 10-minute chair massages in the waiting room all morning long).
By the time I was done, all I wanted to do was crawl into bed.
Thursday, on what would have been my second day of work, I drove myself down to the doctor's office for the first time in I-don't-even-know-how-long.
Turns out I have pneumonia. Freaking outstanding. They loaded me up with drugs and gave me a steroid shot in the rear end and off I went, feeling like a million bucks.
Good news: the "million bucks" feeling lasts for 24 full hours. Bad news: the steroid makes you feel like you can do anything, so you do, and then when the steroid wears off OH. EM. GEE. It's like getting hit with a truck. Again.
Husband has been making the dinners and cleaning the kitchen and all I can do is languish on the couch while kids crawl all over me. I am so, so, so, so tired. All I want is to curl up in a ball and have someone pet my hair while I drink a fruit smoothie from a super long straw.