Doctor's office is closed.
Doctor on call doesn't think my fever is high enough for flu, but I don't know that she believed Adam when he said that my baseline is more than a degree below the norm, so personally, I'm not ruling it out. She says upper respiratory infection is more likely. I'm meh on that, because when I have upper respiratory infections, I generally feel like my chest is being compressed in a C-clamp, and that is not the sort of pain I am having at present.
Either way, rest + fluids. She called in a cough suppressant, but it interacts poorly with Lunesta, so my options here are no sleep due to coughing or no sleep due to lack of Lunesta. Fun.
Either way, should take a week or so to run its course. (Which will probably be doubled, knowing me.) So it's a good thing I went ahead and cancelled tonight's show and called in sick to BARCC (nothing today, but tablings Wednesday and Thursday).
Things vexing me most:
* I don't know when I'll be well enough to do stuff, so everything is in limbo and I cannot make solid plans.
* I cannot speak. Adam says that my piteous looks are marvelous, though.