I'm listening to about a skillion fireworks going off right now. It's almost 9:30pm, I'm in my jammies, and the dog is sedated. It's been a very exciting weekend for me, let's see. . . Friday: not feeling that bad, got some meds to stave off a sore throat that has been getting worse over the last week. Boom! The fireworks are really kicking in. Okay, Saturday AM: wake up. Feel like death. Venture out for essentials, then back to bed. Watch telly and some films. Sleep. Sickness progresses. Voice grows deeper. Breathing becomes more belaboured. Pattern begins to emerge:
cough
sneeze
watering eyes
hot
cough
sleepy
sneeze
cold
cough
blow nose
covers
no covers
sleep
cough
sneeze
And so on and so forth. To sum, I am sick. Day three of definite sickness. Cabin fever is raging. Happy Fourth!
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