The creeping crud has been going around and I was hoping that my daily low dose of antibiotics would keep me from getting it. But between people in the office being sick and riding MAX every day with the unwashed masses, it was only a matter of time before I was laid low.
It started with a little tickle in the throat on Sunday night; by Monday, it was a stuffy head; and by Tuesday night, the fight was over.
I went to Urgent Care on Wednesday with a headache, earache, sore throat, and cough. They said I had a viral infection, gave me pseudafed tablets and sent me home for 4 days. I was so sick, that I didn't knit while waiting over an hour to see a doctor.
I went back to Urgent Care on Thursday with all of the above, in spades, plus a low fever and yellow goo coming out of my head. They said I have a bacterial infection, gave me amoxicillan and vicodin, and sent me back home again. This time, not only did I not knit while waiting, I didn't read. I slept sitting up. In a waiting room chair. THAT sick.
What with all the drugs in my system, the only thing I've done for the last 3 (4?) days is sleep, drink water, and pee.
Here's all the knitting I haven't done this week:
Seriously. I have not knit a single stitch since Wednesday of last week.
And here's all the spinning I haven't done this week:
I told you I was sick.
Andy Rooney, on the other hand, is feeling better.