It hit me like a ton of bricks. It started last night at around 9:30pm.  By 10:30 I felt horrible. At 4:38am I woke up with razors in my throat.

I went to work, because, tomorrow is the last day of school. I have to go to work, there really isn’t any choice. And so I drugged myself and went to work.

I didn’t go to the gym. That would have been dumb. I am contemplating going tomorrow but frankly, I can’t imagine I am going to feel much better (although, oddly, right at this second, while I write this, I feel ok).

I just pray that I don’t feel like this for long. Why, oh why, must I get sick EVERY.SINGLE.YEAR when holidays come around? It’s like clockwork.