sick
quelonzia convinced me to call the doctor, and so I did, and made an appointment for this morning. Good timing: I woke up coughing badly. I won't go into details, but "Christmas Colors" should convey the general theme. Sure enough, it's not just a "cold" or even just "the flu" (not that influenza should ever be dismissed as a "just"). Sure enough, as usually happens with me, the viruses just held the door open for some bacteria or another. I caught it in a fairly early stage, so the antibiotics should smack it down properly. Right now, though, I feel pretty punk, so I'm thinking nap time.
