Maybe it's just 'cuz it was a weekday. I can't imagine it'd be as quiet on a weekend.
I had been feeling not so hot the past while. Over last weekend Dean had a fever... 103 at times. And he said his throat was sore, but some tylenol and lots of rest brought it back down. Didn't think much more of it.
I then biked to work on the Monday and went about my day. Came home just drained.
When I biked in on Tuesday I didn't feel right to begin with... I felt just 'achy' all over. But I did it anyways, 'cuz hey... suck it up sissy-pants. When I got to work, even the boss noticed I didn't look good. I tried to put in a few more hours, but eventually biked home (delayed it as long as I could, but I dreaded biking back), luckily I did go in... at least the 2 new phones were on my desk ready to be played with.
The rest of the night wasn't much fun. ... I could feel it coming.
2am I was really having a hard time to swallow. By 330am I knew I had to go in, so I got myself prepared (showered, etc...) and drove to the ER. I got there at 5am, and I was out, to Shoppers to get my prescription and back at home in bed by about 5:45.
Doc said I could go to my workshop that day as I wasn't communicable. But I still was in shock about how dead it was. I got in, straight to the nurse, straight to a 'bed' and took all the shortcuts... I think they were bored.
Duly noted for next time. Plan sickness around early morning trips to the ER.