Just in Time for Spring

I'm sick. Like, really, really sick. Yesterday, I had a tickle in my throat. So I drank OJ, had soup for lunch, and bundled up. This morning, I woke up at 5:30 am with a fire at the back my throat, and muscle aches that felt like whiplash. I called in sick. By 11:30 am, things had gotten so gross that Dr. Boy made me make an appointment with my doctor. By 4:30 pm, strep was ruled out, and a z-pak prescribed. I don't get the z-pak thing. Never had one before, and in NYC it's all they give you. Weird. The doctor told me that he wasn't sure what I had, but it was definitely an infection and I should take it easy. No work tomorrow. Jeez - I can't remember the last time I was so sick that I took 2 days. Or, the last time, I didn't try to argue if something big was going on. I bought tea (yum! honey vanilla camomile & tension tamer!) and soup, and tried not to barf in the cab on the way home.

So, what did I do all day? Nap? Watch Oprah? NOPE. I worked on a project and had 2 conference calls. Cuz my big project EXPLODED. And, I can't do anything about it. I'm completely nervous about not being in, but it seems like no one else can be bothered, and I've done all I can. I should sleep great tonight.