So at the end of the 3rd inning, I went inside the club. Which was really nice. There were TV's everywhere so you could still easily watch the game. I met a really nice lady named Ruthie. We sat at a table and nibbled on snacks and watched the game. About the 7th inning I decided to head on home. I really just felt like shit.
I only missed a half inning. I stayed up late hoping that being super sleepy would enable me to sleep better. Wrong. I coughed pretty much all night long. It was miserable.
My gut is telling me this morning that the antibiotic is working. Per mixter11nm's advice, I need to go get some acidophilus this morning. Yogurt clearly isn't up to the task. I kind of wish I'd just gotten the prednizone instead of this antibiotic but, too late now.
On the bright side, my swim was wonderful. I swear, I think I'd just be all over miserable all the time without swimming.
Today is house cleaner day. So when she gets here, I'll head out for errands. Today just has to be better.