I start my new job in 2 hours. I'm so ill. It's not a cold.
I usually only tell women I'm trying to gently dissuade but I'm a diabetic in remission. People with good self esteem will tell me they're sorry and move along. What's important here is that my immune system is as screwed up as someone with HIV (I DO NOT HAVE HIV!! or any other STD)
So my throat is closing and I can't swallow. I slept in 2 hour stretches all day and night. Ethel (my dog) was surprisingly good. If my throat doesn't improve I'll go to the Emergency Room tomorrow morning. I have to be at the first day of work.
Ethel has been very good. I realize that my place is so small that she must see it as a kennel, her lair. She hasn't had an accident in here at all. Even more surprising is how she will wait until we get outside. Of course she does expect her treat, but then, why shouldn't she? She earned it.