I don't know what bug is biting me, but it started biting me yesterday morning. Something told me stay in bed but I nonetheless hauled my ass out of bed and went to work; by the time I got there I was feeling genuinely sick, and as the day progressed I just got worse and worse. At 7 PM the sick headache started--you know, that kind of queasy, burning headache which feels like you've somehow got epic heartburn in your sinuses--and although I immediately took ibuprofen, when my computer abruptly started coughing up dicks at 7:15 I knew it is time to bail out. Talked to my team lead, and went home, where I dropped into a coma that lasted until after Mrs. Fungus got home. Was up for a couple hours after that, but went to bed shortly after midnight and slept more.
Today I did stay home, because although the worst of the headache is gone I still have the cramps, nausea, dizziness, and fatigue that have now plagued me for twenty-four hours. I feel better than I did at 7 PM last night; I do not feel good.
To make things worse, it snowed last night. The weather, generally speaking, has been irredeemably shitty for the past couple of weeks. It's been cold and rainy, or cold and windy, or sleeting, or hailing. (Some would blame my illness on the "up and down weather" we've been having, but somehow that doesn't sit well with me. I don't really spend any time outside.)
Last night, sometime between Mrs. Fungus' arrival home from work and the time I got ready for bed (again) it snowed hard enough to cover the grass and our vehicles. It's all gone now, of course, but for the places which are in shadow, but after calling off this morning and before returning to bed, I got a picture out the front window of the daffodils in snow. WTF, April.