Well, it happened. Just as winter drew to a close, just as the worst of cold and flu season passed- guess who came up sick?
It caught up to me Sunday, when I awoke with the terrible feeling that I had swallowed a thousand imps in the night and they were all stabbing me with their red hot pocket knives- in the throat.
Still, the show must go on- and go on it did. I crawled my way out of bed, tossed on some clothes and headed to the second day of the NCRBA Rabbit Show- through the rain. The relentless, freezing cold rain. I ended up winning a Best of Breed, but didn't stay for Best In Show because I felt so terrible.
I woke up Monday and my skin was hurting. Oh joy. I powered through most of work and then went home a little early. Tuesday I called out sick- I woke up with those imps back in my throat.
Today, Thursday, I am facing a different set of icks. The congestion is breaking up, leaving my already much abused throat even more sore, each cough setting it on fire again. I hate being sick.
So that helps explain my blog silence. I haven't done much, other than sit around and feel sorry for myself.