another head cold
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2003.10.11
One of my Russian/Ukrainian coworkers brought a cold to the office during the week. He was sick on Wednesday and had to leave halfway through the day. He then missed all of Thursday, while I sat there in the office we share wondering why I was so cold. When I woke up yesterday, I knew. I had his bug.
They're a funny little inconvenience, these colds we get. You feel like you're dying one day, and then 24 hours later your well enough to do things (like leave the apartment) that the mere thought of doing them on your 'sick day' would have had you crying in misery. I hope I said that right.