And so of course my body goes: "Perfect time!" And now the scratchy-throat has progressed to full on swollen-gland-ness and stuffy-nose. GOD. WTF.
And where's the nearest clinic? It's several blocks up Commercial. Which means a Skytrain trip and a walk, and I'm going to DIE. This is pretty much a cold, anyway, so it's not like there's anything they can do - though if I don't finish papers I'm going to need to go anyway to get a note. Okay. More echinacea, more C, more hatehatehate.
P.S. Now really, really not going to class today - I mean I suppose I could go to the clinic at school, but that trip just looks unachievable right now, especially since the school clinic is invariably a two-hour wait. GAH. *HATES*
*crawls back into bed*