Uggh. I feel like I've been hit by a truck. Worst part is, I didn't do this one to myself. There were actually no hangover effects from my weekend of awesomeness. But I've been having reoccurring tonsil infections for the past 2 months that seem to kick off everytime I spend a night at this one house.
No no, I'm not BLAMING the house. I just find it odd. Though, if these infections are being caused by a virus like Mono (when I went to the ER the first time, they said it was a viral infection), fatigue can bring it out again. It was a fantastic weekend, but I didn't sleep well or long for most of it. So maybe it's just that.
Either way, I feel crappy, and while I should probably go back to the ER and demand a mono test to at least figure out what's going on, I might not. I'm so tired, going back home and just laying on the couch like an invalid sounds like a much better idea than sitting in a freezing cold ER for 2+ hours.
You know....it's funny, I don't like when people moosh at me when I'm sick. The whole, "Awww, baby, what can I do for you? My poor little girl", BLEH. But when I am this sick? That's about the only time I really wish there was someone I could just put my head down on their lap and just be silently petted.
Maybe I should commission someone to build me a robot. Or buy a really fuzzy, fluffy pillow.
Bleargh.
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