Week in Re...cough cough

I'm really really not happy with being sick right now. I have an unexpected 3 day weekend due to flexing a day to covering next Saturday, and I ruin a wonderful weekend of plans by being sick-o. And to make matters worse, I thought I'd recuperate if I just laid around, drank fluids and took massive doses of decongestents...not so.

If anything, my throat feels worse. So instead of sleeping in on my day off, I'll be walking over to the local doc-in-the-box and begging that they work me in. In order to insure the highest level of pity, and therefore the highest probability of actually working me in, I'll have to arrive before they open and look properply miserable. Not going to be hard since I'm not sleeping well at night and I"ll have to be outside by 8am. yuck.

I've been fighting it all week. I actually felt bad enough Friday to start wearing a mask around my patients. That's when the cough started for serious. And the sore throat was responding well to tylonel until this afternoon-- now it seems to thumb it's nose (or uvula) in the general direction of the pills I'm throwing at it and continue making its presence known. Everytime I swallow I am forcefully reminded that the back wall of my pharynx is unhappy. And everytime I open my mouth to speak I get a nice visual image of the vocal cords that must match such a low pitched raspy voice.

So here's to hoping the family clinic will think I'm sick enough to work in.

The rest of the week has been good, despite the slowly soring throat. I've discovered a cool little place called The Thirsty Dog that has wicked pizzas (healthy- I promise) with fresh spinach, tomatoes, and feta. And I ate at a ridiculously expensive place called Tio Pepe's that was having a $30 special for restaurant week. Their average priced plate is around $35 but they let us have a 3 course meal in honor of the special week. I missed dancing Wednesday because my fatigue level was a bit high, and then skipped gym Saturday because I was a bit comatose from the little pills I was popping in hopes of chasing all the nasty germs. Skipped church this morning for the same reason, though maybe St. Jude could have helped in this hopeless cause.

Received info about London from good friend Ayzair and am in the works of setting sleeping arrangements into stone. Bought a $200 backpack for $54 (last seasons pack, apparently) and now am thinking it may be a bit on the small side. We shall see-- I'll have to practice pack it once soon and see if it's do-able. Looking forward to the trip and trying to ignore the friends I'm going with rattling about their plans to tour the world next year for 3 months. I told them I have to take one adventure at a time, and there's Alaska this summer hopefully so my mind is already a bit overwhelmed. I may have to meet up with them a week, depending on what direction life takes me. Right now, my plans don't extend past 6 months, thank you very much!

Anyone who is bored tomorrow feel free to call me. :-) Monday will be a long day as I sit on the couch for the 3rd day fighting a killer of a cold.