Hi. I have mono. You know, the "kissing disease" that teenagers get? That makes them sick for three weeks? And then they stay home from school and sleep a lot and watch TV and it is actually pretty awesome?
It isn't awesome as an adult.
Apparently, the mononucleosis virus mistook me for a teenager. I know, common mistake.
And I didn't even get it by kissing somebody. Double lame-o points for mono.
Going to the doctor (I thought I had strep throat initially) and discovering you have mono is like kicking a horse while it is down. Is that the way that saying goes? I don't know. I have mono.
The doctor tells me that recovery from mono can take anywhere from 3 weeks to 3 months. I have to get lots and lots and lots of rest. That the more rest I get the faster I'll recover.
In other words, I'll have mono for at least four years.
I got a nice little doctor note that says I have mono and need rest. You know, to give to my employer.
After the fever and sore throat from hell wore off I'm now left with crippling exhaustion. More than usual, that is.
I'm basically a non-functioning human being. And unfortunately, I have kids.
Their eyes blissfully glaze over, while Kiki and Gigi chatter on. But eventually, even the best movies get old.
So they invent other things to do:
And I realize that after several days of this and no miraculous high-speed recovery on my part, it is time to call in the reinforcements.
So why am I telling you all of this?
Well. Instead of writing posts while I have extra help, I'm actually going to take time off. And that includes time off from this here little blog.
Besides. I have mono. It says so right here in my note.
Yawn. See you next week.