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Serves me right for boasting about how busy I am. Yesterday I got slammed with a very bad sore throat and fever. Luckily I got an appointment with the doctor today, so hopefully this can get sorted out. (I have had a sore throat off and on for about a month, which is kind of freaky now that part of my income is from singing.) I am hoping that the sore throat is something severe that I can take care of with antibiotics, b/c that will explain the past month and make me feel better.

I still have to vote. Ugh.

Also, I wish I had energy to work on all the things I can work on at home, instead of just lying in bed, and reading a few pages of Asimov when I am feeling particularly energetic.

One thing that happens to me when I get a fever (like last night) is that my brain will pick something to obsess about, and then think about it ALL NIGHT, which lasts a very long time b/c I'm tossing and turning and throwing the covers about. So of course, last night, I was obsessing about the Deval Patrick campaign. I sort of had it in my brain that when the election was over (which in my brain was happening last night) then my fever would break, so I kept telling myself to just hang on until everyone voted because once they did, the fever would break and I could get into a deep sleep. It made more sense then that it does trying to write it down.

But it means you should go vote b/c then my fever will break and I'll feel better!

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Went to the doctor. Yay for MassHealth. Did you know they have strep tests now that only take 6 minutes? Instead of 2 days? How cool is that? They also have this little doohicky that they just stick on the end of your finger and it measures your blood oxygen levels. Without even taking a blood prick. Wacky technology these days. The doctor said it's almost definitely just a virus, and there's nothing to do except take Tylenol and drink fluids and sleep. He also confirmed that very dry air can irritate your throat, so now that I have the humidifier that my mother gave me I'm hopeful that the low-lying sore throat I've had since I moved in here will go away. Also, he was very cute! Hurrah for life imitating TV. Very friendly and chatty, too.

Then I voted, which was rather fun. I don't usually wax romantic about being American, but voting makes me feel all warm and fuzzy and civic and, yes, American. Like I'm part of an inherent well-meaning and good community.

Then I came home, and fell into bed, and now I'm going to eat dinner, and then back to bed. If you have pho sitting in the fridge and you choose to go for Spaghetti-O's instead, you know something's wrong.