Today was fun. I went to work at 1, and by around 2 it hurt to breathe a little bit. As I put it to Ryan, it felt like my lungs were wearing clothing that still had pins in them, and breathing--especially deep breaths--made the pins prick.
It was pretty minor, although it was accompanied by fatigue, which isn't surprising. Moving too far or too fast would exhaust me, and bending over made everything much worse.
Fortunately, my hours were already cut, so I didn't have to work the full eight hours. Ryan talked me out of going to the clinic, since I still had the prescription I got from last week for an antibiotic, which is exactly what I would get from a clinic doctor. We filled it tonight, I start it tomorrow morning.
I'm actually already feeling much better, although deep breaths still feel very uncomfortable, and of course my head is full of goo. Also my throat feels swollen, inside and out.
Basically, I'm sick. Surprise!
Ireland people are dying for hours, and when I asked about leaving even earlier, Boss Lady offered to get someone to cover my shift for tomorrow, so...what the hell. Next paycheck is going to suck that much more, but I'll get that much more rest and get healthy. And I can tell my body really wants rest--not only has my sleep been pretty crappy for going on three weeks (two weeks of sleeping next to a very sick person, one week of being a sick person), but I wake up and crave more sleep in a way that isn't normal for me.
So, tomorrow I get more sleep, and the day after that I go back to work. Whee.
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