Roommate pointed out to me last night that I've rambled extensively about being sick. IT'S PROBABLY BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN SICK FOR THREE WEEKS NOW.
Good news: I.am.not.going.to.die.
Bad news: The doctor gave me antibiotics for five days.
Good news: BirthWEEK is on the horizon.
Bad news: Two of the three birthday girls are sick.
Good news: Mr. Good Smile is coming to the birthWEEK kick-off.
Bad news: My heavily medicated self is usually even less coordinated than regular self. Bring on the party fouls.
Good news: I am running a half-marathon on Sunday.
Bad news: I am running 13.1 miles on Sunday.
Here's to the hope that the drugs will kick the cold and not the runner. It's a busy weekend.