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.