So you know how last week I was pretty certain I was on the verge of mastitis? Turns out that was NOTHING compared to being in the full-on throes of it. I'm not sure how it happened, since I felt fine yesterday. To be honest, I felt fine at 7AM when I arrived at work. But by 8:30? I thought I was dying. I mean, literally would not have been surprised if all of my organs just bailed and left me where I laid on the ground next to A and S to expire.
Therefore, despite having over six hours left in my day, and having already been up for five, I am going home. Yes, I still have cat food to purchase for this weekend, and bags to pack before we head out of town after A's bath, and laundry to do, clothes to fold, a catbox to clean, a baby to nurse, etc, but I cannot do anything until I have the antibiotics my doctor is currently calling in and a nap.