Y6 D126

Why does the fucking universe hate me? Seriously. Let's recap yesterday shall we? Which was fine until approximately 8pm and went down fucking hill from there. I got up and worked on timesheets, expense reports, etc. I waited for B to get up and ready and then we started out by going and looking at a couch. She really wants one and there's not going to be much I can say or do that's going to change her mind on this. I just have to deal with it. After we left the furniture store we did something. I don't fucking remember. Seriously. I just don't fucking remember. I know at one point I put meat in the slow cooker, I went to the store for yams, she tried to take a nap, I organized some stuff, like moved around a ton of shit in the office so it looks decent, then we ate around 6:30. I made a london broil that had cooked all day, sweet potato casserole, and for her green beans for me asparagus. So it was after dinner I started feeling a weird little tickle in the back of my throat. Like a minor sore throat coming on. But it was isolated to one area. I didn't think much of it but decided to rest my voice. B needed to go to target AGAIN to get a specific t-shirt to wear to the show. We started getting ready around 9 and left around 9:30. This was our first time driving by ourselves and it went okay. My throat however was progressively getting worse. By the time we got to the theater, swallowing was sending me into pain. Then our director did her usual "YOU HAVE TO FLYER EVERYWHERE" bullshit speech. I told her straight up - would you like me to leave them at the airport because that's the only place I ever see. That of course didn't go over well but I gave zero fucks because my leg was hurting and I couldn't swallow without screaming. Managed to get through the show without crying. B looked down my throat at one point and she believes I have a canker sore in there. I am going to the doctor shortly to find out and have my leg finally looked at. We had to stop at Walmart on the way home because it's the only thing open at 4am. I got some chloraseptic spray on the way home to try and numb it. That helped at least to allow me to finally fall asleep at 5am. Okay fuck it all. Going to the doctor now.