On Saturday morning, I woke up with a sore throat. The second sore throat I've had in less than a month. It hurt the entire week leading up to Christmas and I was just getting over that cold when I got back after New Year's. When I came back, Holland had a bad cold and I made fun of him all week for having a Man Cold (type "man cold" into YouTube and watch the British comedy video that pops up). But now I apparently have his cold and I'm completely miserable. I feel like I paid my dues to the upper respiratory gods and this is not fair!
Luckily, Holland doesn't hold a grudge about all my harassment. He went to the grocery store yesterday and brought back everything I needed plus dinner. He also made me Theraflu, which might be the best over-the-counter medicine ever invented.
Although I sure as hell felt like I had a fever, I took my temperature three or four times and it wasn't past the magic 100.4 mark that we internists consider a true "fever." Therefore I am deemed fit to go to work. I'd better get to bed in the hopes that it will make me feel better. Night!