and I don't mean Love.
I don't get sick that often, in fact I tend to do everything in my power to not catch the germs my lovely friends pass around. However, the last few days I've been feeling kind of under the weather. Yesterday, I woke up with the nastiest cough, which is unusual, because I never get a cough. It was rather productive so even though it was slightly annoying, it was something I could handle.
Fast forward to this morning, and there I was laying in bed wrapped in blankets. Living on my own, I'm kind of a big sissy when it comes to being sick. But honestly, who doesn't want their mother's kiss or your daddy to bring you back Sprite and Gatorade from his trips "to town." After gathering the strength to escape from bed, (I know it sounds rather dramatic) I went to the Urgent Care down the street from my apartment complex. Every test came back negative, which is a definitely good sign. However, I have swelling of my lymph nodes and an acute case of laryngitis. Nothing serious, but I still feel like crud.
The doctor prescribed rest and an increase of fluids. What I heard? Tea drinking and spending the day in bed watching Molly Ringwald, in classic John Hughes' movies.
This may not be the best I've felt, but this has definitely been the most relaxed I've felt.
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