It became clear last night that I wasn't going to make it to class today. There's no way I was going to make it through even the 90 minutes of the Beginner II class when climbing one flight of stairs left me wheezing and panting.
In a former life I was an EMT, and this afternoon I developed symptoms that suggested it was time to visit the local urgent care facility.The doc there says I have bronchitis, and maybe early-stage pneumonia. I left with heavy-duty antibiotics and a recommendation to coordinate with my regular doctor to get a chest X-ray in the morning to rule out pneumonia. And that's exactly what I'm going to do.
There are some people out there who are so convinced that the world will come to an end if they don't go to work. Trust me, there are very few people who fit that description, and I can guarantee you that not one of them reads this blog. All you do when you drag yourself into the office is spread your germs among your co-workers. Do everyone a favor and stay home when you're sick!
The same goes for ballet classes. I hated missing class this weekend. I'm probably going to hate missing Tuesday's class too. But giving myself time to recover will get me back to classes sooner than if I pushed myself.