Bakathon is on hold as I muddle through my annual Christmas Cold. If it's Christmas, Kate gets a bug - set your calendars by it folks. And this one's a Doozie: total head involvement with ears and chest next up on the tour. Earaches are the worst - enough to make me cry like a big old baby. Meanwhile, my head is so stuffed I wish it would just roll off my neck and be done with it.
I'm heading out to the doctor's office in a couple hours to see what's what. It sure FEELS like I could use a nice dose of antibiotics. He could pull out his biggest, dullest needle, and I'd weep with gratidtude if it makes me feel better faster.
While I wait to get better, Marble Man took time off from work to take care of me. What a sweetie. I've had some tea laced with honey, lemon and a healthy slug of bourbon; lovely Nyquil-induced naps; chicken soup with matzoh balls; and quiet time to read this, and this. Every once in a while, I cough so hard I hack up a lung, but no worries: I just stuff it back down again.
Have a lovely Christmas everyone, and I hope I get to enjoy it soon...
Update: The good doctor proclaimed "You'll live", then gave me an antibiotic prescription in case I spike a fever over the holiday. In the meantime, I just have to wait it out. Or as Marble Man so often says: "Just rub some dirt on it and walk it off!".
Toddling off to make some bourbonated tea now...