I’m getting sick.

This doesn’t bode well for me. When I’m sick I’m not productive and that makes me feel bad. What’s worse is that it’s one of those things where my throat is starting to hurt. I haven’t checked yet to see if it is Tonsillitis by some strange and freakish divine practical joke. I swear, I want those damn glands taken out! Swallowing shouldn’t hurt. Involuntary things shouldn’t hurt, breathing, blinking, swallowing… none of these things should be allowed to hurt. EVER. And yet they do.

However, this does add credence to my belief that the large bump on my forearm is in fact just an enlarged lymphnode (not some strange form of cancer that will quickly eat away at my radius) because it’s begun acting like the nodes in my throat. Movement, including stirring my tea this morning, produces a dull ache.

Grrr! I hate getting sick. Forced days off because you could be contagious are no fun… because you’re ill and can’t enjoy them.

Earl’s cute. This morning I told him he couldn’t kiss me because I wasn’t going to let him get sick. He said that was ok as long as he could still give me hugs kiss my forehead… sometimes I wonder how on earth I got this lucky.