Well, it turns out I’m more in need of cripple soup than my dear friend W, because I’ve been sneezing and coughing and blowing my nose like nobody’s business for about 2 weeks. When I finally went to the doctor on Monday he diagnosed me with Whooping Cough. “Whooping Cough?!” I said, “I thought only kids got that.” W thinks I should get a second opinion. See another doctor, any other doctor. It’s probably only bronchitis, although usually when I get that I do a lot more coughing. Anyway, I’m on antibiotics. I don’t think I’ve *ever* been this congested in my life. Yuck!
Let’s see, what else can I wail about… Oh yes, entering payroll gives me the heebie jeebies!
I’m sorry to hear you’re sick. Sounds miserable.
The congestion really gets to me