I'm all packed up to go to work:
Dayquil, check. (how does spellcheck recognize Nyquil and not Dayquil?)
Tissues with lotion, check.
Throat lozenges, check.
Ginger tea and cold-care tea, check.
BUT. I'm now finally answering phones at work, having finally gotten the requisite certs from the state, and I almost had my first baby last night! Emergency medical dispatch is so different from all the cop dispatching I've done, and so crazy-scary. I haven't given unsuccessful CPR yet, but I'm sure that'll happen this week. Happens all the time. But a baby! They award "storks" for births facilitated by dispatchers, and I desperately want one. This lady last night, she was SO close, pushing hard and steady, and she kept talking to me. I think I actually did a little tiny bit of good calming her down (although a coworker passed me a note that said "breathe." So I told her to breathe. He points at me, no, you breathe!). Darn firefighters got there just in time to pull the baby out, a little girl named Christine. So I didn't get to hear her first lungful of air, but I can't wait until I do get to hear that on the phone (I heard a coworker's baby last week -- so little! I thought the caller had given birth to a mad cat!)
All right. Off to work. At least I can't give my cold to the callers.