Margie, after hearing I was going home yesterday, very, very kindly started the wheels rolling for a doctor’s appointment for me. I went, they poked and prodded and made sympathetic noises, and basically shrugged and said, “Yeah, that sort of shit is going around.” Thanks.
They also plied me with lots of antibiotics (not that it’s likely amenable to them, probably being viral, but I’ve been symptomatic long enough that it’s allowed) as well as some eye drops (since my eyes started getting goopy).
Enough details of my physical well-being for you?
Well, as of right about now, I’m actually feeling not bad, except that my head’s really stopped up. Well, at least, relatively not bad. Seriously considering going to Doyce’s game tonight (where I will hopefully not “share the love”).
And I’m blogging. Which is usually a positive sign.