This is a test

I was traveling most of last week and then got sick while I was in Charlotte, in case you were wondering where I went. It was a work trip and I had one good day before I got miserably sick. And it's not like I can just take a sick day. I had pretty important business and several pre-arranged meetings, so I had to suck it up and self medicate. And I had to move, a lot. Lots of walking in heeled shoes and aching feet. By Friday, I was ready to amputate at the ankles. But at least Friday was a sit down day.

Now, I've been home for a few days and still sick. Yes, I have been to the doctor. Yes, he did give me a prescription. No, I am not going to fill it (this is a test, because I'll know if Mom reads this, since I told her I picked up the meds). I have bronchitis. According to the handout the doctor gave me, bronchitis is usually a viral infection and antibiotics will not help a virus. I'm sure the doctor wrote the prescriptions to placate me. And in truth, I only went to the doctor to get a note for DH. His employer won't allow him to use sick time unless he or a family member is sick for three consecutive days. He doesn't have to miss three days, he just has to show I was sick for three days. I tried explaining all this to the doctor, but it was hopeless. Ultimately, I did get the note, but it came with some seriously funny looks. I didn't go to work today, though I did a fair amount from home and I am not going tomorrow. I can't be hacking up my lungs in the work place. It's just not cool.

There will be more when I am healthy.