The past week (well, starting with Tuesday) has been a complete waste. After a few false alarms during the holidays - waking up a couple of times with a swollen throat that failed to turn into the expected full-blown illness - I finally got my wish to just get this over with.
I usually get a really nasty cold once or twice a year. The last one was in August after I got home from Writers' Police Academy and it was one of my all-time worst. This one hasn't been as bad, but yesterday I thought it was pretty much clearing up...until I woke up this morning with a very scratchy throat, coughing like crazy. Just to add insult to injury, I barely slept last night, which I'm sure didn't help.
I had certain things on my to-do list that I really wanted to get to. I have a short story that's about 99% ready to be submitted that will be my first submission of the year. And I've been wanting to really get to work on my apartment. Unfortunately, since I've been feeling like crap, everything's been at a standstill this week. Not a great start to a new year that I had big plans for.
I also found out a couple of days ago that my brother is sick as well, and this is after being sick only about a month ago. I guess we should be glad we weren't sick over Christmas.
We should also probably be grateful we aren't any sicker: There's a big fat national flu epidemic going on.
Take care of yourselves, everyone!