Just Me, Glenn Close and Ernie...

The day before yesterday I had a sore throat and felt unusually tired...

But I didn't have a fever, so I soldiered on.

Yesterday my throat wasn't any more sore than the day before... but I felt like I was in s-l-o-w m-o-t-i-o-n all day. I got out of breath just climbing the stairs. So, I started worrying... but still no fever. I told myself that I must be dehydrated and just not getting enough sleep or something. The sore throat? Oh, that's just allergies. It'll pass.

Then I woke up at 1:30 this morning and my throat was so sore that I couldn't stand to swallow.

I'm supposed to work today. My scrubs are all hanging in the bathroom mocking me... waiting for the alarm to go off.

I rolled over and closed my eyes.

Then I thought I'd better get up and see if I have a fever. So, I padded down the stairs and found the thermometer.

100.8.

Ugh.

Not too high, but high enough...

I called work and broke the news. Then I climbed the stairs, again feeling quite winded, took some Tylenol, vitamin C, found my iPod, padded back down the stairs and plopped on the couch.

I downloaded season one of Damages months ago. I guess now is as good of a time as any to start watching it.

No workie for Karen today.

I'll be hanging out on the couch.

Just me, Glenn Close and Ernie...