My excuse on Tuesday was that I didn't have time. I didn't. Yesterday, I didn't feel like driving to the doctor and to dance as they are in opposite directions. And as much as I despise picture night, going to the doctor is even further down on the list.
Actually, I did go to the doctor this morning. Sort of. I had blood drawn for an appointment next Tuesday. That counts, right?
I really, honestly think I just have a cold - even if I sound way worse than that. If I'm still coughing on Tuesday, I'll inform the doctor that at that point, I will have been coughing for roughly 2,323 hours. Give or take.
And I do feel better than I did. I still feel like I'm walking through Jello and the room gets all spinny and stuff when I walk around - but that could just be the
vodka* NyQuil congestion.
*I don't really drink vodka...but I'm writing to an audience here.