Lousy days at work. I went in to work sick on Saturday. Over the course of the ten hour shift I went from just a small niggling sense that my body wasn't quite right, to sneezing and chills, to a throat that felt like I had swallowed broken glass. I was miserable and could barely hold on. Didn't do any of my paperwork and went home to crash. The Biscuit was there. I took Tylenol, Motrin, Phenergan with codeine, and slept for twelve hours. Awoke feeling sick and congested and had to go back in. Then, to top it off, my boss came to talk to me about a pediatric hyperglycemia case I mismanaged. No harm, but he's right--I didn't do a very good job. Shit. U-561