But not in a good way.
I always get sick when I fly. It’s some universal truth. Plane = illness. Blame it on the air. Blame it on too many people in too small a space. Blame in on stress. Whatever.
It’s been a few weeks, though, and I’m still sick. My throat hates me. My nose is runny. (And it’s not funny! For those that get the joke…)
So today I went to the doctor, managed not to throw up on her when she took my throat culture – go me! – and found out it’s not strep. We don’t think.
Now I just got to wait until I feel better, and in the meantime, I can whine and complain a lot. So consider this my whining and complaining. Cause now I gotta get back to work. Or sleep. One of those.