I had big plans for Labor Day.
Despite the great advice I shared two days ago, I was going to work the day away.
My ears had different plans.
I had a slight cough yesterday — so slight that I thought it was a reaction to something in the air — but in the middle of the night, I woke up slightly disoriented with chills and fever.
I took some meds for the fever, but it was even higher this morning and my head hurt, so off I went to urgent treatment.
The diagnosis: an ear infection. My ears were ‘as red as the chairs in reception.’ (They were pretty darn red.)
I got a big ol’ bag full of drugs, and have been parked on the couch all day, trying to get my fever down and my spirits up because I feel like crap.
And I didn’t get a lick of work done.
I also appear to have called my boyfriend at 2:45am. For his sake, I hope that was a quick hang-up that he didn’t hear.
(Sorry about that.)
The Sticky Egg 