I hate being sick.
Like, I really hate being sick.
If I’m going to be sick, I want to be knocking on death’s door.
If I’m not, then it’s just annoying and messes up my week.
Right now, I’m rocking antibiotics for what appears to be strep throat. It hurts to swallow. It hurts to talk (exciting for those of you who want me to be quiet).
It’s not a bad pain, just an annoying one.
So I’m down for tomorrow. No plans but to slurp down meds and try to get some rest.
I will do some work from home. Good thing I started putting together that wonderful little home office. I might still get something done.
Did I mention that I hate being sick?