I felt a little 'wonky' all weekend, then relatively normal on Monday (my day off) so I went off to work on Tuesday with every good intention in the world. The clinic I work at has a *very* strict sick policy so I was expecting to be banished to a 'hotel cube' outside of the actual clinic to do phone triage. That was just fine in my book.
But what I didn't pay attention to was the nagging fact that my throat was a little bit sore...and for some unimaginable reason, doing telephone triage for 4 hours straight made a sore throat turn into one that felt as if it was being tortured by a mad, clawing kitty.
So the past 2 days I have been a bum and hubbie has sweetly been around to make hot soups and tea. I've also watched more than my share of animated movies (Finding Nemo and Spirited Away, to name a few) and have generally come to the state of sickie boredom. At least I sound less like a frog for the moment and can sit in front of a computer for more than 15 minutes without my head throbbing!
Signing off for more hot tea and fresh sweet pineapple.