Help! I'm talking and I can't shut up!

I knew it was a bad idea, but I did it anyway-- spent most of the evening on the phone. Also? Went outside in the drizzle. My throat had been better all day, and now, of course, it hurts again. Sigh. At least the cough is almost gone.


And in further damntastic news? The big cycling race is this Saturday. The race I swore I wouldn't miss again. And I'll be slogging it out again in Virginia.


At least there seems to be progress on the plans for my booth. They'll be something pretty to look at while I sit in the tent, praying for more sales.

Critical Mass.

Yeah. I've reached it. I'm having this heavy feeling in my chest, and my throat is so swollen-- ew-- food is catching when I try to swallow. I feel it through my tongue and into my ears. Yeah. Mess. LARGE mess.

So I called my doctor's office and left a message with the answering service. This is bad. Please help.

The problem, of course, remains that I don't know what I'm going to do about this weekend. I had two Wenches coming to help, but I don't know if they can run my booth alone. Worse comes to worst, I'll just have to call Jen MacDonald and explain why Nikki Can't Come Out To Play this weekend. Well, we'll see if I can get to my doctor, and what she says.