So, over the weekend, I get the worst cold that I've had since December 2002. No joke. I had to work graduation and I probably looked like crap. I barely remember anything that happened, and you'd think that I would remember a little bit. But, I did get sent home from the ceremony early. And then, instead of being able to head home, like everyone else for Christmas, I spent the REST OF THE DAY in my bed in my room. The only other time that I was super sick like that was when I was still in the dorms. I had the flu for 4 or 5 days -- chills, fever, crazy green waves passing through my vision. I also had the flu when I was in the house too -- a cold followed by the flu a week later. Guh.
So, I hate being sick. Actually, I HATE having a sore throat -- that's the worst -- and a stuffy nose/sinuses. I don't mind the coughing. It's usually not that bad. It just sounds bad.
Anyway, I'm at work. 2 1/2 hours to go. And thanks to Sudafed (the meth kind), I really haven't been noticing the day passing by. I just want to be well enough to go to Summerfest on Friday. That's all I really want.
Then, after the worst of this goes away, I HAVE to start cracking on the horn -- I played a couple of days, but Jupiter has A flats in it. I can squeak them out, but they're really sharp right now. Blah. Oh well, a week of steady practice and I'll be good to go. I hope.
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