Well, something did anyway. I'm not sure what I caught or when I caught it, but it's really put a damper on all of the stuff I had planned for this week. I move in less than a week, and I'm starting to worry about the time I'm losing laying around being ill. I think if things aren't looking up by tomorrow, I may have to pay the doctor a visit and see if we can't get this taken care of. Because really, I'm over it.
Tucker has been a good sport about things. He'd rather play fetch, I'm sure, but instead he takes naps on the sofa with me and counts his blessings when I DO have the energy to throw the tennis ball for him. Poor kid.
I'm just glad I'm home this week, and not at my apartment. Even at 23, it's nice to have a Mommy to take care of me.
At this point, I kind of hope I end up going to the doctor. Maybe he'll drug me up with something that'll help me rest. Ironically, the pills I'm taking, the ones that usually knock me out if I've just got a runny nose, haven't been helping me sleep at all. In fact, I've actually had less sleep since I got sick than I usually do. That doesn't make sense to me at all.
So much for enjoying this week.