I'm sick this morning.
Some kind of bronchial infection. It's been coming on for a week now, fever, sore throat, crap in my lungs. My chest hurts and I gurgle when I breath.
Oh, fun fun fun.
I hate being sick. I am not a good sick person, as I've mentioned. And I've got to be on an airplane Friday. Being sick now is making me seriously unhappy.
I saw the doctor yesterday, it's not strep and it's not swine flu - so you know, relax. The doctor assures me that you can't catch it by reading Stonekettle Station (as long as you wear a mask and spray yourself with Lysol afterward and then gargle with rubbing alcohol - or you can send me $20US and I'll promise not to cough on the monitor while you're reading). She said I should be well enough to fly without infecting everybody on the plane, so that's good I suppose - though I do intend to cough in my hand and wipe a booger on the TSA jerks as I go through security.
Between this and the damaged hand (Stitches come out Thursday, yay!), don't expect much in the way of posting or shiny content today.
Now, you'll excuse me while I go take another boiling hot shower and have a bowl of soup.