My plans for the evening have been derailed. I rode (great lesson – more tomorrow, or at least pictures tomorrow), I came home, I started cooking dinner. The plan was to eat early and then head out to book club. The eating part happened. The book club did not because, well, it depends on how you look at it.
From one angle, I’m a big baby. My throat hurts, and it hurts to swallow, and I don’t want to be sick, and I’m cold, and I want to take a hot shower and crawl into bed and NOT GET SICK. (And whine. Let’s not forget the whining.)
From another angle, I’m being solicitous of my fellow book club members by staying away when I might have something they could catch. I’m being careful of my health by resting now, early, in the hopes that it won’t get worse, and I won’t get John sick. I’m a good person, damn it.
What I’m annoyed about, aside from the discomfort, is how fast it came on. I guess my throat was tickling a little earlier in the day, but I felt great while I was riding, and I babbled for half an hour or more with Mom and Dad on the phone and didn’t notice any problems. After that, WHAM.
So. Tea for dessert, hot shower, then bed with all the blankets. I can beat this thing.