Now I'm a Honker
Not to be confused with being a "honky" but I guess I might qualify for that, too.
Tuesday I started to lose my voice. Yesterday, I woke up unable to make a sound at all, so I called in sick to work. Well, I don't know what you call it when you use the online system to register an absence and arrange for a substitute, but that's what I did. Good thing I did not have to make a phone call, because nobody would have been able to hear me.
Went to the doctor and determined it was not strep throat but a cold virus. Probably the same one I've been fighting for the past week and a half. So annoying. But at least I got to read nearly all of one of my library books (this one; it was interesting but confusing and mostly sad) and I don't have to take antibiotics. Just more decongestant, fluids, and rest. I got two naps in yesterday and slept in this morning because school is closed for Rosh Hashanah.
I am beginning to notice a difference already: yesterday, I was barely audible and only able to squeak out a few words. Today I sound like a honking goose. Or one of these guys:
The plan is not to overdo it today, but I need to get a couple of things done like take out the trash (maybe when it's done raining, ugh, but we need it) and wash dishes and a load of laundry. Just to make myself feel like I'm not just lying around and I'm so horribly far behind in my to-do list. Oh, and a quick trip out to get cat food because Miss Picky is complaining about being served from the emergency Fancy Feast stash. And we know it's all about her, don't we? Grumpy old lady.
Well, Rosh Hashanah started at sundown last night, so in a way it's a new year. Gonna make something sweet to invite more sweetness into the coming year, as my ancestors in faith would. I had night 1 of a two-night cooking course (one of those adult evening school at the high school deals) earlier this week; maybe I'll try a recipe we learned. The sample I had was pretty good.
But truth be told anything sweet will be fine. I just get really angst-y this time of year with the change of seasons and the approach of my birthday. Getting sick is just an added frustration. Sweetness would be welcome, anytime.