As many of you may have heard, I'm dying.
Well, that may be quite an exaggeration, but I sure felt like it might be a reality on Saturday!
I made it through the weekend and even managed to work all day today. Nobody could hear a word I was saying.
"Can I help you? . . . Hello? . . . Was there something I could help you with?"
I kept trying to yell, but it just squeaked more.
It was a rough day.
When I got home, I noticed a new development: white spots. On my tonsils and throat.
So I'm thinking I probably have strep or mono or something. Whoops.
Tomorrow, I'm going to the doctor. Hopefully it's antibiotics and call me in the morning.
Everyone kept telling me the four-wheeling in the cold with no hat, gloves or coat was going to get me sick. Why oh why didn't I listen?
I tried taking some pictures of my white spots for Casey. Click here to view them if you dare. I wouldn't if I were you, though. The inside of a mouth is gross.