A lot of people I know have been really sick lately.
*Ahem* *Nike* *Ahem*
On Friday, it hit me too – suddenly and hard.
But, earlier in the week, before it did?
I met Nike for coffee and girl time.
I went to the Money Town car wash. I snapped this photo (with my blackberry, through my car windshield) just for you:
I'm sure she's a really nice person.
I really don't fit in here.
Anyway, back to my whining.
I know you came here to listen to me whine, right?
I've been running a high fever for four days now. I alternate burning up and having the chills. I have a really bad sore throat, and no voice. (I think, perhaps, my family doesn't mind the no-voice part.)
I have the most horrendous cough I've ever had. I sound like a foghorn, amplified.
I got a flu shot this year. I'm sure it's not the flu.
Briefcase thinks I have pneumonia. (I've had it before, and once you've had it you're more susceptible to getting it again.) I don't think I do, but quite honestly … I'm sicker than the once-upon-a-time when I did have it. In fact, this is the sickest I've been in a zillion years.
I had a bottle of antibiotics here from one of my surgeries. I began taking them on Friday. I don't think they're strong enough. Saturday found me seriously considering whether anyone has ever died from a high fever and cough. OK, so that's a little dramatic (or, perhaps, a little fever-induced delusional), but at that point I was wallowing in my misery.
I'm going to try to get in with a doc today.
I wish I could say I've been sleeping a lot, but I'm coughing too much to get sleep. I'm exhausted. I'm miserable.
Whine, whine, whine.
I've been streaming a lot of Netflix movies (via our Wii) in an effort to distract myself. I've got to say, I'm a huge Netflix fan. If you've got any favorite movies to recommend, list them for me in the comments section. I'm watching movie marathons until I feel better. I'm actually really behind on my movie watching – so there's a positive … I'm getting all caught up with everyone else now.
Of course, Briefcase is out of town for a week. And, oh yes, I have both morning AND afternoon carpool for PR this week.
Of course I do …
I almost never have BOTH morning and afternoon carpool in the same week. (Two different groups of kids … the afternoon group is all smelly! baseball players.) It only happens when I have a fever over 102 and a cough that will scare the bejeezus out of the kids I'm driving.
That's the way things always happen around here.
Hopefully I'll be feeling better by tomorrow. In the meantime, I apologize for being Debbie Downer today. Or Wendy Whiner. Whatever!
At least I shared a photo of a Money Town woman with you, right?
P.S. If you'd like to drop off groceries for PR, or soup for me, I won't turn you away. Can you believe the kid actually wants to eat?
P.P.S. Just kidding.
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