What sucks, though, is that I have a lot of work to do — papers I promised my students would be graded and returned by Friday at 9am; this list I’ve been assigned at work; newsletters to edit, etc.; cleaning house so that J. won’t be appalled by my apartment when she stays here while I’m gone; dropping off my laundry; and getting course materials to the substitute teacher for my class Friday. Given that I took a five-hour nap this afternoon, I’m hoping I can get a few of these things knocked off tonight, get a good night’s sleep, and then wake up feeling a bit better and ready to get all the rest done. But I’m going to have to cancel going to the movie premiere tomorrow night, and it doesn’t look good to see Rachel Ries at the Hideout, either. I’d rather be well rested and feeling better for NYC, though, than go to that show… it’s not the last time she’ll be playing around town, and I’m sure she’ll understand why I didn’t go.
I broke down and went to the ER this morning around 5:30am when I couldn’t sleep — despite taking Tylenol PM — and I was in a lot of pain. I have no idea why I still didn’t get out of the ER until 8:30am when I was the only person there, but whatever. I got to take a nap in the examination room and, before that, watch two episodes of Saved by the Bell (a show which I will never understand) in the waiting room. I got antibiotics and a prescription for Vicodin for the pain, since nothing else is working — and even the Vicodin doesn’t get rid of it; all that happens is the pain becomes tolerable. The weird thing is that no one really knows what is wrong with me — my symptoms don’t match up for the flu or a cold, and the strep quick-test came back negative… though the same thing happened last year and it turned out I had a strain that doesn’t show up on the quick-test, which is why they’ve given me these antibiotics (which should kick in my tomorrow, if the past is any indication of the future).