I’m sick as a dog. Barely able to think coherently. No snot, no congestion, just a fever, with attendant chills and sweats and borderline delirium. Every inch of my body aches. There’s a gland (lymph node?) on the right side of my neck that’s swollen and painful — painful only on the outside, not inside my throat. Doc’s got me on Erythromycin ES. No nausea, but also no appetite. If I wasn’t relatively sure I’ll get better eventually, the Big Sleep would be pretty attractive. That’s how miserable I am.
And as an added bonus, my mother-in-law is visiting for a week. Cue K-Doe.