It's almost 6 and I?m desperate to go home and lie in my nice warm bed and not worry about my aching back or my aching throat.
I came to work armed with a pocket full of throat lozenges and a Tiger Balm patch on my back...the drops are gone and the patch stopped working. And two hours yet to go. Wahhhh!
I'm really hoping against hope the chiropractor can make this all better tomorrow. Well, the back at least. Not sure what he could do about a raging sore throat. And no other symptoms! It's not a cold or flu, just this sore throat from the devil himself.
Although I am pretty much alone in a quiet library, reading this laugh out loud book by Marian Keyes (I'm totally stuck on Irish authors lately...) and I can sorta relax. I'll try that...