It is a new month, but I am already crying uncle.  I have been convinced for the past two days that I have the plague.  Seriously.  What started as a nasty headache quickly morphed into fever, chills, general malaise, body aches, nausea, cough, difficulty breathing, and chest pains.  Fortunately, I was able to get into my regular doctor for an appointment today.  Her diagnosis:  ”You have the crud that’s going around. You probably should stay home and rest, or you will never get over it.”   My response: “I want the purple stuff.” ”Can I at least get some good cough medicine?”

In short, I am off work at least one more day, have narcotic cough medicine, and a wicked smile on my face.  The month of May is off to a better start after all.