Migarine:

Day One: can't eat anything, barely choking down tea
Day Two: eating barely enough to survive.
Day Three: eat everything in sight because I'm feeling sorry for myself.

Yeah that.

The bu flug is winding down. Mostly the cough has abated--with the help of antibiotics and codeine. Blessed, blessed codeine. Without the incessant jarring and straining my back can begin to heal. I think all the muscles between hip bones and first rib are shredded. I can't sit in one position very long and bending over is... not advisable. ( Read more... )

What's Going Around is too nice a name for what I've got. It's still the crud.

coughing is an aerobic exercise. I'm exhausted.

Whoever was at Orycon with the bronchial crud, you didn't really need to share. This is one gift you really should hoard all to yourself.

I'll be back when I'm not coughing my lungs up. In the meantime, tomorrow I should have the blog over at the Book View Cafe. blog.bookviewcafe.com It's all about gratitude

According to the old adage, a cold is 3 days coming, 3 days here, 3 days going. It could get going a lot faster in my opinion. Following this time line I should be on day 1 of going. We will see. I'm not taking any bets. But the paper tissue depletion is slowing down and I'm upright after 11 hours in bed.

More hot tea with lemon coming.

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I seem to have developed the con crud. First time in ages I returned home sick. Sore throat, sneezes that feel like they are ripping the throat apart, and a basketball nose--it dribbles ( Read more... )

Yesterday, after a nail biting 45 minute wait, my doctor gave me the results of the CT scan had done on my kidneys and bladder. He'd gone looking for cancer and found ( Read more... )

Woke up to about 1/2 inch of snow that dropped over night ( Read more... )