Top: Marshalls, $15
Skirt: Charlotte Russe, $16
Purse: H&M, $28 (exact here)
Necklace: Forever 21
Boots: Forever 21, $22
I have been so good all winter about avoiding the flu or a cold or even the sniffles. Yes, I've been neurotic. Yes, I use hand sanitizer like it's required to sustain life. Yes, I wipe down every solid surface around me with countless Clorox wipes wherever I go (including when I was on an airplane last week... I have no shame in wiping down a filthy airplane). I don't touch door handles, I don't touch my face with my hands, I don't touch people, I AM HARDCORE. And it's all worth it if I can avoid being sick.
But last night, I started feeling a tiny itch in my throat. I tried to ignore it by drinking buckets of water all evening, but by bedtime, it was quite apparent: I had a sore throat. And by morning, it was even more apparent: my throat was burning like a thousand suns.
And what's even worse, is that I feel I can narrow down where I got this little annoyance from to one particular event, the only time I can think of that I wasn't on crazy germ patrol. It was last Saturday. I was at Old Navy. My alarm went off on my phone, reminding me to take my birth control pill (we're all adults here, right?). And as I went to put it in my mouth, I dropped it. Onto the floor of Old Navy. Gross, right? But what could I do though? I couldn't skip a pill, right? And I figured I'd rather have dirt in my system then a baby. Let's just be real. So I tried to dust the pill off a bit, popped it in, and I went along my merry way.
Well 48 hours later, after a long 3 mile walk in 23 degree weather with my husband, I found myself with a sore throat. At least, I guess, I don't have a baby. Right?
Anyway. This is my outfit. Just an excuse to whine about a sore throat.