Well, I was trying to think positively this morning and not worry about the wooziness, etcetera...but I ended up feeling so bad by mid-afternoon that I had to leave work and head back to the doctor's. Turns out my infection hasn't gone away, I'm now on double doses of antibiotics, and I'm just feeling like crap...and so not looking forward to 20 hours of international travel tomorrow, starting at an ungodly early hour...

Yuck.

Well, at least all my comfort books-for-sickness are still there in my old bedroom for me to read...

And one consolation right this moment is that I get to listen to gorgeous music (La rondine by Puccini, which will be performed at Opera North next spring) while I pack, and feel sick, and mutter to myself.