That looks like where I'm headed today. The sore throat that I've had for two weeks is getting progressively worse, and not better. This morning it felt like a golf ball was stuck in my throat, with the predictable consequence of causing me to throw up. Nice, eh?
Even Catherine said today that I need to go see a doctor. Her prescription: "I think they need to take your bones out," while gesturing toward her ribs.
In particular, she wants her Mommy to stop being grumpy. I don't blame her!
I'm still hoping to run a 10K tomorrow morning, and go on a group ride on Sunday. Fortunately the only thing that hurts is my throat. I hope to get some antibiotics today and maybe they'll kick in fast. A little turkey can't hurt, either, right?
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! I'm thankful that I still get to do this running and cycling and swimming stuff - and I hope I can keep saying that every year.