Well, “one hellish week” can refer to either the week that just ended or be a foreshadowing of the one that’s coming. Not sure – I think it could go either way.

Last week? Evaluations. Ugh. No, wait… that actually was okay for me (and my team’s were good too). Hundreds of pages of documents that needed revision and turnaround like, yesterday (that did suck – I thought I was going to go blind). Outright whiff at purchasing less expensive fuel so I’m staring at gas prices above $1.04/L (yeah, I can already hear Europeans going “boo-hoo” and pulling out their violins to cry me a river). One very disjointed and nearly incomprehensible telephone conversation with plenty of loaded surprises at the end of the call. Driving around like an idiot to collect signatures before deadline. Going to the FedEx depot (blech – that brought back some bad memories). A pretty significant baking failure. And to top it off? I’m sick.

How sick? Even my mom is telling me that I look like crap.

The above isn’t a photo of me sitting in my office, but I’m feeling about as whipped as the poor sod in the bunny suit. It’s probably influenza though I don’t appear to have the full symptomatology for the oinky version. I can’t be certain without getting a lab confirmation but the general tone around these parts for that is “stay away from the hospital/clinic unless you’re visibly dying”.

In the meanwhile, I should learn better and more efficient methods to regrow a lung. But since I don’t appear to have the ability to regenerate, the standard things to do have lead to the development of an aversion to the taste of Nyquil, “swish swish” noises when I move from all the liquid I’ve ingested, and interesting tonal squeaks that passed for my voice when I tried to speak.

The coming week? Five more days until the drop-dead deadline and I’m staggering to the finish (I could say “crawling” but that’s a more apt description of me from last week). More Advil Cold & Sinus (a great product from the company formerly known as Wyeth), Robitussin (ditto), vitamin C supplementation and litres of hot water already planned to keep me in some semblance of functionality. I think that everything is in place and everyone is able to react quickly in spite of potential surprises which may pop up. Well, I’m hoping there won’t be any show-stopper surprises, but let’s see how good of a planner and contingency guy I really am. I will be one happy bunny when Dundas comes out with the confirmation that the fork has been stuck in.

By the way, I completely forgot to get a poulet for the traditional remedy (mine has sake in it, not matzoh) when I lurched outside for a change in routine, but I did manage to take this snap of me laughing with Death at his part-time job (tough economic times all around, you know). Come to think of it, my mom’s right – I do look like crap.

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