Yesterday around lunch time I started getting that funny feeling at the base of my throat that either means I've been screaming too much or a cold is coming on. My job is not stressful enough to require screaming and I haven't been to any concerts recently. My anti-virus was obviously woefully out of date and I've been invaded.
Geh. By bed time last night it was bad enough to take Nyquil (this from the girl who avoids even aspirin except under extreme circumstances) and today I've got the kind of fever (100.2 if our thermometer is correct) that makes my whole body ache and my skin hurt. It hurts to lie down, it hurts to sit, it hurts to wear clothes, the pressure of water coming out of the shower hurt. Top it off with a tiny bit of a painful, dry cough and clear sinuses and I can't wait until Tom gets home with the Dayquil.
In other words, it would appear I have the flu. :P
Dammit. I hate going to the doctor. We'll see what it's like tomorrow.
So much for a busy and productive week at work. :P
I fall down now.