Well, it would seem that being on a plane 4 times in the last 3 weeks has caught up with me. I came home from Chicago with a cold.
I was a bit worried at first by the sore throat, since strep has been going around the office (and my mother is a strep carrier). But this morning I "luckily" woke up all congested, so it would seem I didn't catch strep but just a common cold.
So I'm stuck in that spot where you feel bad enough to be whiney and want to stay in bed all day, but well enough that you can still function and don't really have an excuse to stay home from work.
Why can't my colds be more perfectionist like me? If I'm going to be sick, give me a raging fever, chills, cough, the works. None of this middle-ground stuffiness and soreness haha on you, you still have to work pansy cold stuff. (And yes, maybe I'm not as well as I think I am if this all makes perfect sense to me.)
