Okay, so here’s the thing. I woke up Wednesday feeling fine. About an hour later, my head started to feel funny. Another hour went by and my head felt even funnier.

Hmmm. I’m getting a cold, I’m going to nip that in the bud right now. Vitamin C, Zicam, and Sudafed to the rescue.

Usually this works.

But on Thursday I woke up feeling worse. Like lots worse. I don’t do worse. I wanted better. I went to work, finished a project, came home and slept for 3 hours.

And still felt like reheated crap.

So I sucked it up and went to the walk in clinic b/c my doctor took the week off for vacation. (Which is totally uncool. Why on earth would my doc choose the one week I’m sick to take a vacay? Srsly.)

Anyway, I go to the clinic and am in and out in an hour. I had pretty much convinced myself that I did indeed have the swine flu. Or the blue bonnet bubonic plague. But no. Apparently I just had a very bad allergy attack.

I’ve never had an allergy attack but I can honestly say I don’t wanna have one again because this one kicked my ass. Or, more appropriately, it felt like it kicked me in the head.

Not long after I took my meds, I started feeling better. Three hours and two margaritas later, I was feeling almost normal. And this morning, I’m all good. Just have a little dry mouth from the meds.

I heart medication. I heart the walk in clinic doctor. I heart margaritas. And I am sooooo happy to have my big giant snot-filled head back to just being a big, empty head. <—go ahead, make your own jokes. I can take them now, because I'm no longer Cranky McCrankypants.

Happy Memorial Day weekend to my American pals. Any big plans?