Blame Erica

This post is due to Erica's urging, I want to say that up front.
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Ok, so I am sick. I have been for a week and a half, and it won't go away. (I was so sure that I wasn't sick because my temperature has been 97.9 and 98.6...but I guess since my temperature normally runs at 96, that's a fever for me.) In fact, it's getting worse...which is evidenced by tonight's drive home. At about 3:30 my boss walks in and says: "What's wrong, Bekki? You look dead...I mean dead tired!" So I proceed to tell her that I feel awful. My nose is stuffy. My throat hurts. My lungs hurt. I am tired. I am cold...oh wait, that happens all the time. I sound like I am dying. I look like I am dying. One of the other ladies at work told me to stay down the hill for a bit before I drove home, because she didn't want me to fall asleep. (I work about 45 minutes from home, and there is a significant altitude difference (which will matter at one part during this story)) So I stayed down there for a bit, stopped by Starbucks for extra energy, and headed home. This is the part where it gets interesting. As I get on the 15 Freeway, my nose begins to run. This is an improvement, because previously, I couldn't breathe. Well I still couldn't breathe, but this showed that there was hope on the horizon right? ...Nope. Not even. So it begins to run. And run. And run. And it's not a normal color. It's orange. (I told Erica this was too gross to post, and she overruled) So I am driving at 75...or so...mph, drinking my Pumpkin Spice Latte for alertness, texting Erica, holding a tissue to my nose, and steering with my knees. Dangerous yes, I know. Erica is laughing at me, and by this point I realize my nose is NOT going to stop running, and I have precious few napkins in my car. I am already halfway through my supply right at that point, not even 5 minutes into my drive home. You can imagine my panicked horror when I see brake lights ahead! Thankfully, it was my brain hallucinating, because there was not much traffic. On that drive up the hill though, due to the altitude, the inside of my ears started to hurt too, and feel like they needed to 'pop'. Well I obviously made it home, safely, and am now blogging with tissue constantly at my nose, waiting for my Nyquil to kick in. Pray that it works quickly. I hope you didn't gross out too bad, but Erica assured me this was a random enough post to put on our blog.

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