One damned thing after another

Ms. Packrat has lost something. Not a piece of paper or a skein of yarn - although a packet of bamboo DPs has gone astray. No. Ms. Packrat has lost her voice. Again. It started with a headache and fever on Monday that kept her out of work for 2 precious days of sick leave and by late Wednesday, she was croaking like a froggy. Thursday dawned after a restless night (hard to sleep when you want to cough all the time) and the voice was ... gone.

Thankfully, Ms. Packrat is mostly engaged in testing software this week, and was able to nip out and see a doctor today and get the standard round of antibiotics and prednisone prescription and a letter telling her manager that she needs to be silent. However, the added expense and the typically long recuperation with winter upon us and a long planned and anticipated trip ahead - just perfect, perfect timing. The co-pay and parking and pharmacy money would have been much more fun to spent in a corner osteria on a plate of pasta. Grumble.

Seriously, though, it could be worse timing, but still. Almost half the sick leave for the year gone in the first month. Of course, some of the coworkers have already used more of theirs, which probably contributed to Ms. Packrat's tired state that probably helped bring this on, but still. Hoovers.

Tonight applying a good stiff drink and an early bedtime to try to avoid having to fill all the prescriptions - a night without hacking like a sick dog would probably help the voice come out of hiding a bit.

Grumble.