I am sick. Sick, sick, sickety-sick. I don’t know what brought it on, I guess it’s the change of season. I started feeling bad on Tuesday, my nose was stuffy and I felt like I constantly needed to clear my throat. When I woke up on Wednesday, I could barely swallow. I went to work anyway, but managed to clear my schedule so I could stay home on Thursday.

By the time Thursday rolled around, I felt like death warmed over, and I had obviously crossed the line from “common cold” to “full-on bronchitis”. I managed to get an appointment with my doctor that afternoon, who looked in all of my sinus cavities (ears, nose, throat) and actually said, “Wow”. That can’t be good, can it? She gave me a couple of prescriptions. And it only took the pharmacy an hour to figure out how to fill them. That was fun. It wasn’t like they were all that busy, they just couldn’t seem to figure out something as basic as capsules versus tablets. I almost coughed on the stupid pharmacist without covering my mouth, you know, just as payback. But I didn’t. What can I say, I’m just not that cruel.

I was going to stay home from work again today, but I checked my email this morning and saw a note from my boss that there was some emergency stuff going down and I really needed to be here for it. I doubt I’ll survive the whole day, but I’m hanging in there so far. Thank god for Sudafed. And Angie, that magic potion tea that you told me about? Has saved my life today. It’s not even noon and I’m already on my fourth mug of it.

Not much else going on. I’m just feeling like hell and hoping that time goes by quickly so I can get out of here and go crawl back in bed. No green beer for me tonight. But I will be lining up shots of festively green NyQuil. Close enough.