So I sought no new adventures today as a summer cold is kicking my rear end. Wifey came home this afternoon to find me on the couch with a bottle of Johnny Walker in a desperate effort to kill whatever it is that has moved into my lungs and head. Violent coughing, heavy sweating, in a word, misery.
She raids the medicine cabinet and pulls out an inhaler, some steroids, some pills for coughing, and some kind of antibiotic, all a combination from previous sickness that have floated around our house in the past two years.
I take them all - now the coughing is gone and I feel better except I'm on fire and feel like I could run around the block ten times and not even be winded. I swear I've seen a cat in our living room - and we don't own a cat.
I'm thinking it's going to be a long but interesting night.
She raids the medicine cabinet and pulls out an inhaler, some steroids, some pills for coughing, and some kind of antibiotic, all a combination from previous sickness that have floated around our house in the past two years.
I take them all - now the coughing is gone and I feel better except I'm on fire and feel like I could run around the block ten times and not even be winded. I swear I've seen a cat in our living room - and we don't own a cat.
I'm thinking it's going to be a long but interesting night.