I woke up last night almost every time I moved despite the Sleepytime tea and the pain medication. Was still interested in trying to get to the office, until I had a coughing jag while I was taking a shower. I swear it feels like my lungs are trying to come out through that gap in that 7th rib.
Called the boss, gave her the story and begged off from work the next couple of days whilst my meds hopefully work their magic. She made the right sympathetic noises and told me to take care.
See padiwack? Common sense wins after all!
But what a great way to start 2008! Not!