It all started with the Colts sucking wind on Sunday night. So I fully blame Peyton Manning for not only making us look bad on national television, but for also hitting me with a truck. Because that's what I felt like Sunday night and then all day Monday. I haven't been this sick in years. I was completely out of commission. I had the chills all day, so I was wrapped in layers and layers of covers. By the end of the night, my fever had finally broke, so then I was sweating profusely. But I finally felt better Tuesday.
Or at least I thought I did. Hell, anything felt better than what I had experienced for the previous 24 hours! So I ended up going into work, which turned out to not be the wisest decision I've ever made....because I woke up today (Wednesday) with the sorest of sore throats. So I drug myself into the Minute Clinic to get tested for Strep. And as soon as the Nurse Practitioner took a look at my throat, she said--and I quote--"This isn't going to be good."
No kidding, Sherlock.
So here I am, stuck at home, quarantined off from my family...from seeing my little babies. Feeling like doo-doo.
Do you feel sorry for me yet?
2 comments:
Yes, I do feel sorry for you... I missed work on Monday because of the same thing. Not good. Hay, to make you feel better- What about those COLTS- How many losses is that? Five I believe!!!!! I think I heard that number at the first of the season
Love,
Dad
I DO feel sorry for you. Poor girl. Take care of yourself. Lot's of OJ and soup!
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