I am sick with a URI leaning towards laryngitis. It sucks. I realize that posts about being sick are really boring, so I’ll keep this short. I’ve realized that my hatred of illness is 3fold:
1) the annoyance of actually being sick (i.e., the symptoms themselves)
2) the agony of having to bail on commitments, even if they are just commitments to myself (running, sticking to my bright & shiny new blogging schedule . . . oh wait)
3) the disappointment that I can’t take a sick day from either my job (unless actively dying) or motherhood (duh). Of note, I’m on call. Of course.
With that, I am going to flop on the couch next to Annabel (I think she may get an extra Daniel Tiger tonight) and read more of: