My Mouth is Wet, My Throat is Dry

On Friday morning I was aware of my throat.  

And then I got a sense of dread--something is up.  It's normally not a good sign when I'm made aware of a part of my body I usually don't pay attention to.

I drank more water which lead to an emotionally scarring event I didn't drink water for the rest of the day on Friday.

I did not get a lot of fluids on Saturday, and I could feel myself draining.  To my symptoms I added fever and coughing.  I wanted to believe so desperately I was sick due to spending time with a croupy three year-old over Memorial Day Weekend rather than being the subject of some horrific children's song about a lady ingesting a spider. 


By the time 5:00 pm rolled around, all I wanted was to go to bed.  I made myself some dinner hoping it would give me some umpf, but we all know this didn't happen.  I mean, you read the title of this post, right?

I went upstairs to go to bed, but the well meaning Tiny followed me up there.  She wanted her hair braided and wanted to play.  I complied with both until I just couldn't stay awake any longer.  Poor thing, all she wanted to do was play and have fun, but mean old Auntie Misty shot her down for sleeping.  

I woke up coughing in the middle of the night, and I generally feel like hud today.  My symptoms today include mild fever, gravely voice, coughing, and a tickle in the back of my throat.

I sure hope it's the croup, and not some exotic spider sickness or something.