Wouldn't you know...

I have not been sick in two years. I had all the free time in the world (while freelancing at my leisure) and have great health. ONE WEEK before starting my new job I woke up this morning with a full-blown sinus infection. Or maybe it's the flu. Usually, they come on a little bit at a time and I can fight them, hot showers, hot tea, antihistamines, Tylenol. There was nothing subtle with this as I woke up coughing green stuff from my lungs. My heads hurts, my chest hurts, my face hurts. I can now sing "Smelly Cat, Smelly Cat" in my tenor register (which, for you non-music people, is NOT a good thing for a soprano). And I have a fever.

Then I was drying my hair this morning while checking my e-mail and actually got a round brush STUCK IN MY HAIR. Have you ever done that? It was excrutiating. If I'd had another person here, there might have been a small chance he or she (or forget being politically correct... she) could have untangled my hair. My head is practically bruised from pulling out the strands. Never did get it and eventually had to CUT MY HAIR. I couldn't even get the hair out of the brush once it was freed from the side of my head. Now THAT's tangled. So not only am I coughing up a lung full of green glue substance but I have a chunk of hair missing from my left temple. This is not the picture of professionalism. I look like someone broke into my house, and instead of robbing us blind, cut a hole in my hair so I stood out in the business world next week. My husband can't relate since he is bald so I doubt that my bald or short-haired readers can relate to this tragedy.

And I think one of my pierced earring holes has closed up from non-use. Oh shit.