Hey, Happy Valentine's Day, people!
I actually don't really care about today. Sure, it's sort of an anniversary, but mostly it's a regular day. And, as seems to be the case for me these past few years, I'm sick.
I've had cold-like symptoms on and off for a month now. I think Nathan and I have been passing the same cold around and for a day I even had flu-like symptoms remarkably similar to what Nathan had not too long ago. I had to call in sick to work one day, which I never do. That's how you know things are not good. Then I stayed in bed all day watching Bunheads and Gossip Girl. I guess there was a perk.
But today, I woke up with the tell-tale face pain that leads me to believe that I now have a sinus infection. I can deal with being sick. I can even deal with being sick for a month. But for the love of all that is good, I cannot deal with having to go to the doctor.
Any person who does anything other than sit around all day hoping to get sick so they have something to do will understand when I say that I do not have time to go to the doctor. I work and I have a kid. There is no time for sick and there is certainly no time for me to sit around a waiting room for 40 minutes, then an exam room for 20 minutes, for a 5 minute conversation so the doctor can write me a script for a Z-pak.
You see, all I want for Valentine's Day is reduced chaos. Instead, it looks like I'm going to have more crazy than a regular Thursday. Sigh.