The oogy
Bah.
At the end of a terrible week of meetings last week, I complained to a co-worker that my throat was sore from all the blah blah blahing. Then I proceeded to drink WAY TOO MUCH vodka and tonic and spent most of Saturday feeling gross. (C and I have a new pact -- stick with beer.) So, when I woke up on Sunday morning with a throat of BURNING PAIN, it took me a moment to figure out whether I was getting sick, or whether I had treated my body too damn badly over the preceding weeks.
Well, when I went to bed last night I felt totally crapworthy. I even threw away a pound of peaches and from-scratch dough -- destined to be little turnovers -- because i was achy and cranky and it was so hot in the kitchen that i couldn't get the dough to NOT STICK when I was rolling it out. I woke up in the middle of the night with a cough, and then this morning when I woke up the searing burning pain was gone...to be replaced with a big sore phlegmy lump that makes me feel a bit like I'm choking all the time.
This is terrible timing. I have a five-hour offsite with my team today to talk about strategy for '09, and I'm supposed to be the one doing the talking. It's also my first month sharing stage-managing duties for the Hubba Hubba Revue, which is FRIDAY, and I absolutely cannot be feeling crappy for that show! (Even though I'm not performing, you should come! It's our Octoberfest show, which is just a perfect way to combine booze and boobs. Friday! DNA Lounge! Doors open at 9PM!) And, on top of all this other stuff, we're going through some big changes at the office, and I need to be coherent, if not downright On The Ball.
I think I'm getting a fever. Sigh.
At the end of a terrible week of meetings last week, I complained to a co-worker that my throat was sore from all the blah blah blahing. Then I proceeded to drink WAY TOO MUCH vodka and tonic and spent most of Saturday feeling gross. (C and I have a new pact -- stick with beer.) So, when I woke up on Sunday morning with a throat of BURNING PAIN, it took me a moment to figure out whether I was getting sick, or whether I had treated my body too damn badly over the preceding weeks.
Well, when I went to bed last night I felt totally crapworthy. I even threw away a pound of peaches and from-scratch dough -- destined to be little turnovers -- because i was achy and cranky and it was so hot in the kitchen that i couldn't get the dough to NOT STICK when I was rolling it out. I woke up in the middle of the night with a cough, and then this morning when I woke up the searing burning pain was gone...to be replaced with a big sore phlegmy lump that makes me feel a bit like I'm choking all the time.
This is terrible timing. I have a five-hour offsite with my team today to talk about strategy for '09, and I'm supposed to be the one doing the talking. It's also my first month sharing stage-managing duties for the Hubba Hubba Revue, which is FRIDAY, and I absolutely cannot be feeling crappy for that show! (Even though I'm not performing, you should come! It's our Octoberfest show, which is just a perfect way to combine booze and boobs. Friday! DNA Lounge! Doors open at 9PM!) And, on top of all this other stuff, we're going through some big changes at the office, and I need to be coherent, if not downright On The Ball.
I think I'm getting a fever. Sigh.