I was ready to crash when I got home Saturday night from basketball. But I needed to finish putting away laundry and packing to leave. By the time I finished that, about 1am, my sore throat had worsened to the point I couldn't sleep. Every time the saliva level in my mouth would build to the point I'd reflexively swallow, the jolt of pain would slam me back to full consciousness. The flight to O'Hare was wonderfully uneventful, allowing me to rest, but not to fall into unconsciousness.
I finally fell asleep at maybe 7 this morning. Four hours is better than nothing, and I'm not going out anywhere the rest of the day in hopes I can finally beat this damned bug...
