Can’t move. Can’t think. Can’t hardly breathe. And the gorram doctor — I actually broke down and called a professional — can’t see me until tomorrow morning. I thought about going to the ER — it really feels like that — but without a bullet in my gut I’d probably …
It seems my plague has returned. I spent a good chunk of the day with the shakes, a nagging tickling cough, and a deep core body ache. Yippee. It’s becoming clear that the only thing that will get me better is rest, something I generally refuse to submit to on …
Will I ever grow up? Will I ever see a time when, on getting sick, I won’t long for my mother to tuck the extra pillow under my head, to bring me a cup full of orange juice and a flexi-straw, to soothe me out of a coughing fit by …
It seems I’ve acquired some nasty contagion from the petri dish that is The Citadel. Swollen lymph nodes, sore throat, stuffed head … blech. It was a miracle my voice held out through yesterday (teaching and meetings from 9:30 am to 9:45 pm), but it did. Blech.
Did my civic duty today and cast my vote. I hope you do yours, too, when the time comes. I found it quite fascinating to be part of an early voting state that could impact the national race so strongly. Pretty cool. We’ve had no end to campaigning around here …