I love my husband to death, but he got me sick and we’re leaving for Korea in FOUR DAYS!

Sure, he’s feeling better (the boy literally keeps Tropicana and Florida’s Natural in business) … but now I’m sick. –> NOT HAPPY.

I started feeling the sniffles toward the end of the weekend and tried to ignore it.

Then yesterday my head started pounding, my glands were swollen and my throat started hurting when I swallowed.

By last night at the gym, I was really struggling and feeling it in my chest, too … and I knew I needed to see a doctor and get some drugs.

Since I don’t get sick often, but tend to get sick when I fly (on my flight back from San Diego in November, I contracted H1N1, for any new readers who didn’t hear my whining back then) … I sure as hell wasn’t about to take any chances — not with a 13.5 hour flight ahead of us on Saturday!

So I went to the doctor at work today and she said my throat was super-red and my glands super-swollen. Turns out I have a pretty generic “virus.” The doctor prescribed a Z-pak and a nasal spray.

She didn’t tell me to rest, but I know myself and know that given our upcoming trip … I’m not about to push it.

(Whenever illness is in your chest, you’re better off letting it work its way out of your system — though I’ll work out with a cold; it usually helps clear my head — since this isn’t a typical cold … it’s not worth chancing it).

So anyway, I’m sitting at home in my jammies blogging on the couch. I had Panera chicken noodle soup for dinner and am about to unplug and just rest tonight.

In the words of the Soup Nazi … I’m telling myself: “No gym for you!” And for once in my life, I am totally OK with it.

I will see how I feel tomorrow, but for now … I just want to get better so I can enjoy our trip.