First and foremost.
As per the obsession I described lately with sandwiches, I had another sandwich for dinner the other night –
This time, I went full-on vegetarian (I don’t think turkey is a permanent jump into carnivorism for me), and did some hummus, sprouts, and various crunchy things. This love affair with the idea of a sandwich isn’t just going to stop with the turkey sandwich. I also made a tofurkery wrap for lunch today. I’m starting to feel like sandwich girl’s almost-husband. For whatever reason (and I’m not pregnant folks), the thought of a good, cold sandwich (or a hot one) is making me drool. Absolutely drool.
But I’m not eating any sandwiches today because….drumroll please…
I have strep.
I’m sort of being a miserable baby about it because I’m not kidding you, I never, never get sick. I think it’s a combo of all the running (which strengthens your immunity), and being at a germy gym all the time keeps me pretty well. But I really didn’t feel well when my sister was over this weekend, and even told you guys I was surprised at how badly I was hungover because I didn’t drink that much, but felt heinous all Sunday. (Don’t worry, I’m still doing a sober June, that’s no excuse.)
So, I woke up with a sore throat on one side yesterday, and rolled over to Austin and groaned.
I pointed at my throat.
“You’re choking?” I shook my head and pointed at my throat again and gave him a thumbs-down.
“Your throat hurts? A lot?”
He got it. The one side of my throat was feeling awful. At first I assumed it was allergies. And then I decided to take a look back at my throat, and it just wasn’t good. I scooted out of work, was able to cobble a way to see someone quickly, and get some antibiotics to quickly treat this. It hurts. I feel awful. And I’m trying really hard not to feel sorry for myself. But there’s definitely a chance that I will be working from my bed tomorrow, rather than from my desk where I can get everyone good and sick. I’m hoping to at least, at least walk tomorrow.
When was the last time you were sick?