My job is mostly just sitting around behind a desk, so it isn't physically demanding. The challenge came from the fact that it's an evening shift (4pm-9pm) and by the time I was halfway through, I was practically nodding off. So sleepy. I'm not sure if that was the drugs, the fact that I had to sit upright, or a combination of the two.
But I made it through with no ill effects. Got home safely.
I'm glad I didn't take the evening off. As much as I've enjoyed the mindless marathon of television, I really needed to go out and be productive - even if productive meant only that I sat like a frog on a log for a few hours so that money could trickle into my checking account.
Two more days of antibiotic pills left. Six more days of steroids. I can't wait to be done with all this medicine so that I can finally think straight and be a little more coherent in my communications, but I am so grateful that modern medicine exists. I can't imagine dealing with this throat problem a hundred years ago. Would my throat have kept swelling and swelling 'til I really couldn't eat or drink at all? Would it have killed me? How morbid.
