It's Day 8 of the great illness that has kicked my butt. I saw the doctor this morning, and she said that if it were a virus, I'd be better by now, so she definitely believes it's bacterial. I had a low-grade fever again this morning when the nurse checked it. *sigh* The doctor has now put me on a much stronger antibiotic, and I have a heavy-duty cough syrup with codeine that cost a small fortune.
My great hope is that I'll be well enough to sing on Easter Sunday. I intend to attend rehearsal tonight, even if I have no singing voice. I'll just go to listen and learn anything new. But the music minister has lined someone else up to sing in my place on Sunday, just in case.
In the meantime, I'm going to continue to rest. My house is in desperate need of cleaning, but I think I'll put it off for yet another day in order to recuperate.
Edited to add: I was instant messaging with Steven to let him know what the doctor said. When I was saying that the budget is completely out the window as today's meds were quite expensive, he said, "Well, at least I get a good return on my investment." I asked him what he meant, and he said, "You."
I think I'll keep him.