A Full on Assault

On Saturday I woke up in the middle of the night and something wasn't right. I was dehydrated, could barely swallow, and felt like I had been punched in the face. After chugging two glasses of water I slipped back into bed.

By morning I had a full on assault on my sinus:
My head was pounding.
My throat was on fire.
I couldn't breath.
I couldn't hear.

I rolled out of bed, drove to the grocery, and quickly loaded a basket with dayquil, nyquil, and an assortment of vitamins.

My big weekend plans? Complete shot.

I spent the rest of the day in bed.
I spent the rest of the next day in bed.

I hoped by Monday, I would be better. It's just a cold, right?

Nope.

On Tuesday, a slight fever came on. A coworker literally begged me to go home.

Wednesday brought on a cough that kept me up all night into Thursday.

Plans were cancelled. Chairs scooted away from me. Everything became miserable.

All this to say... Sorry I haven't written.

I think I'm on the tail end of it all. And I am actually happy to have gotten it. It explains my exhaustion these past few weeks.

For now, I'm off to work and then driving down to Portland for the weekend.