First high school football game. In a football-crazed state such as Nebraska, Friday Night Lights is a big deal. I got home from the game and noticed that the back of my throat was a little scratchy. No big deal. I downed a big glass of water and took a Zyrtec and went to bed.
I woke up feeling like I had been on an all-night bender with Gary Busey and Nick Nolte*. Holy Lord. My head killed me, something large was sitting on my chest, and I sounded like I just finished off my 3rd pack of Marlboro Reds for the morning.
I had my long run plan for Saturday and I had read somewhere that, if your head isn't clogged up (mine wasn't), you could still run. So, that's what I did.....
...and it somehow made things worse.
Of course, this isn't my fault. No no no no no. This is all your fault. Each and everyone of you. What I should have done was stay in, drink fluids and get caught up on my DVRd shows. Instead, I'm taking antibiotics for every infection known to mankind. Well, not every infection. No need for any penicillin, thankyouverymuch.
I'm blaming all of you because I'm taking my mom's approach to disciplining my sister and I which was:
"I'll smack you both. That way I know I got the right one."
I hope you can all live with yourselves. I was just starting to like all of you.
P.S. - Dramatic? Possibly. That's a side effect of the horse pill/antibiotic that I have to take. That and "lady part" itching. Feel free to make your own joke on that one. I'll give ya a freebie.
*I'm assuming. Apparently, in the past few years, Busey has found Christ. Yeah, I'm sure that was a banner day for J.C., don't you suppose?