This morning I was handed a prescription for antibiotics, a course of twice a day for 10 days to help beat the sore throat back with a big medicinal stick. It still hurts to swallow and, while strep wasn't actually mentioned, what other kind of sore throat keeps coming back several weeks in a row? The doctor did weird me out a bit by telling me after she had taken a throat culture that if the lab results showed it was a strain that wouldn't react to the antibiotics she had prescribed, a new prescription for a different type would come in the mail. Hrm.
No choir again for me tonight, alas. I've fought a headache all day as well, and I can tell my entire outlook is being colored by the niggling edges of low-level pain. It's hard to be cheerful and positive when you're not feeling up to snuff.
Sometimes I feel I am working in the dark. Writing in the dark. Whistling as well. Am I talking to myself? If a blog falls in cyberspace and there is no one there to hear it, does it make a noise?
I am under the weather and out of sorts.
However, This is Cracking Me Up: A whole new world! The first 3 hours
Really, though, aren't we ALL under the weather when you think about it? Only airplanes at cruising altitude and astronauts and satellites are really OVER the weather. So, I guess I'm in good company. Hi there!