… as in “feel like”. I started feeling a bit of a scratch in my throat on Sunday, but ignored it. It was still there Monday morning, which was also when I couldn’t figure why I felt like I hadn’t slept at all. My throat got progressively worse as the day went on, as did how I felt. Yesterday, I had a fever, still had the sore throat and still felt like shit warmed over. Today, pretty much the same, but at least no fever. I’m going to the minute clinic to get a throat swab and to get some antibiotics. I’ve been using my sinus irrigater (sp?) every morning and night — and this morning, I coughed up some pretty nasty gunk from the back of my sore throat after irrigation. Hence the decision to go to the dreaded clinic. I go to the minute clinic at CVS for things like this because it’s so damn hard to just show up at my doctor’s office and get in to see her spur of the moment. Plus, if this is strep, I don’t have time to wait until July for an appointment.
Tomorrow? It’s the Track Shack Corporate 5k in downtown Orlando at 7:15pm. My office has been planning on participating for over six months. I designed our team shirt. Am I running? I have no earthly idea at this point. I feel tired just getting up out of my chair. The SO has threatened to keep me at home if things don’t significantly improve. If I can’t go and run, I will be extremely disappointed and pissed. I need a punching bag. Except, I don’t know if I have enough energy to punch anything.
Speaking of crap, we had the godson this past weekend. Well, actually, Friday evening through Saturday afternoon we had him. He’s always great; he’s 2 and-a-half but has the greatest attitude and always seems to be in a good mood. The poor thing got the shits on the way as we were taking him home to his mommies. We had to pull over and change him twice. (The car smelled like baby shit until yesterday.) Just as we pulled into their subdivision, he pooped again. This time, it was massive. We zoomed in, got him out and handed him over, crapped pants and all. 
Actually, once we got inside their house, I volunteered to change him (I’m a saint, apparently). With me in front removing his pull-ups, his one mommy on one side and the SO on the other, we all said a collective, “WHOA!” as the pants came off. There was poo all the way up to the poor kid’s navel. I think I used an entire container of wipies getting him cleaned up.
So although there’s been a lot that’s been going on around here, at this point, I’m too poopy (as in attitude and general overall feeling) to write about it. Maybe I’ll get around to it later, post-antibiotic. For now, send good ju-ju so I can run the 5k tomorrow night!
