Fever

I am sad because my parents arrive tomorrow, and I want to be in tip top form for them, but I woke up this morning with something akin to bronchitis.

My voice is several registers lower than it should be and there is a patch of my esophagus that feels as if it were being scraped with a spatula like burnt shit in a pan.

Cough, cough. Oooowww. The rhythm of my life at the moment. Cough, cough. Ooowww.

I went to my doctor today (already had made an appointment for a check-up two weeks ago, bizarrely) and she listened to my lungs. Then she said, "When the fever starts, you can begin taking these antibiotics."

So I'm spending my Friday night waiting for the FEEEEVVVAhhhh.