In case of Christmas Eve illness
I just told my son that Santa’s backup reindeer are Leroy, Rodney, and Jenkins.
I just told my son that Santa’s backup reindeer are Leroy, Rodney, and Jenkins.
Being sick is such a pain in the ass. Whatever I’ve got responds promptly and unambiguously to antibiotics (using throat pain as an indicator), else I’d think I had mono. There is a baseline, moderate fatigue that is just damned inconvenient. It’s not hit-by-a-bus fatigue like with flu; it’s just enough to sap the spark … Read more
Well, I had a little less than a week of full relief. Enough of the accursed beasties survived my initial antibiotic regimen to make me sick again. It started happening on Monday, and I kept dismissing and rationalizing it. But by yesterday afternoon there was no denying it. So I’m trying another identical run of … Read more