Getting sick is the worst, but I guess with everything I had going on was bound to catch up with me eventually.


Despite my best efforts to Zicam it away, it didn't seem to work

I woke up yesterday morning with my left tonsil on fire. Yes not my whole throat, just my left tonsil. It continued to hurt the entire day, making it extremely painful to talk and nearly impossible to focus on work.

So I ended up taking half a sick day, crawling into bed and napping for several hours.

I woke up just in time to watch the announcement about the new pope -- he took the same name that my dad has, which I thought was kind of cool.

But I was pretty much just a waste of space the rest of the day. I even ended up canceling my class because I couldn't talk without extreme pain. Somehow a two-hour class seemed like a very bad idea.

So my kids got an early start to their spring break.

I'm feeling slightly better this morning, but I think that's because I popped some Aleve last night to ease the pain in my tonsil so I could fall sleep. After tossing and turning for a few hours, I opted for the drugs.

I packed an entire pharmacy in my purse this morning so I can go on the offensive today. I've got too much on my plate to lose two days of work in a row.

I'm most annoyed by the fact that I missed a day of running in absolutely gorgeous weather yesterday and I'm thinking I'm probably going to have to skip CrossFit tonight. Grrr. But I guess it's smarter to rest up and get better than to push it and get worse.