One of the things I've learned in my 30 years here on earth is that you can never have enough good friends. To repurpose a Flannery O'Connor title, a good friend is hard to find. I'm lucky in that I have found quite a few.
They celebrated my birthday with me over the weekend, right before I woke up Sunday with a sore throat. I blamed allergies, except the pain grew worse and by the time I was on air Sunday night my throat was on fire and I was barely able to get through my show. During every commercial break I'd gargle coffee and suck the life out of cough drops. Monday morning I woke up barely able to swallow; a trip to the doctor revealed that all four of us had strep and were feverish. Chris, the boys and I wandered aimlessly through the aisles at Schnucks while we waited for our massive prescriptions of antibiotics. I sat down in the magazine aisle and stared at the ceiling.
I'm still recovering and on a massive dose of antibiotics and am in a cold-med induced haze. Fun! I have to be in top shape to cover the VP debate this Thursday for the station.
Thanks for all the birthday wishes. At one point during the birthday celebration evening, I gasped to my friends "Oh my word. Remember that show our parents watched? 'Thirtysomething?' OH MY WORD that's about US."
As it turns out, turning 30 wasn't so bad after all.