And things have been pretty fantastic since then. In August I was plagued by a stomach bug, probably my first legit stomach bug since I left Michigan, if not well before then. As I tend to brag while eating, or while at a Buffet-style restaurant, I have the stomach that's the equivalent of a garbage disposal.
My entire life when I get sick, it's usually all in my sinuses and throat.
Yesterday I woke up unable to swallow and with a dry, scratchy throat. Ugh. Nearly six months after having my tonsils removed to avoid these kinds of mornings, back to square one.
So I called in sick, because let's be honest, talking on the phone for a living and having a sore throat are not conducive whatsoever. Fully intending on going back to work today, I made sure to go to bed early and get a good night's sleep.
Seven o'clock this morning, still felt like I had been hit by a truck that took time to blast my throat with gravel before speeding off. Not wanting to mess around, I made a doctor's appointment and went to see my good doctor this afternoon.
So now I'm home sick till Monday, under direct orders of plenty of fluid and rest and armed with a prescription of antibiotics to ward off these germs hiding in the back of my throat.
I am not good at being sick. Being in bed and watching tv, I am GREAT at. But the stuff that comes along with it, body aches and having a wonky head are not my forte.
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