Sick Sick Sick - Phooey
Throughout the trip to New Mexico, by father's wife was suffering through a nasty chest cold that had turned to bronchitis. I boarded the plane on Saturday, falsely confident in the fact that I was showing no symptoms.
I should be so lucky. My chest feels like it is lined with wet felt and I've been noticing the fatigue/lightheadedness that says that metabolic energy is being diverted to the immune system. I also started coughing a little at lunch.
It's not so bad, yet. I'm more woozy than feeling much actual discomfort. But phooey, phooey, phooey!!! I don't wanna be sick!!
Other than the stealth attack of the germs, the visit to New Mexico was quite nice. I don't get to see my Dad so much anymore, so it was nice to get some time together. Thanksgiving was nice. Dad and R hosted several area friends, with whom I got along adequately, for strangers. My primary culinary contribution was stirring pan gravy (mmm... pan gravy!).