My sore throat has mostly ceased, even at night, and I'm sleeping better. Major cold and flu symptoms linger.
I felt like I had turned the corner several days ago, but that was only me stumbling a left into a plate rack.
The rejuvenation is slow going and my sweat fits are mildewing the wallpapers.
The cats are wearing surgical masks and their little mouse with a bell in it refuses to tinkle in my bathroom.
I've always said you can tell you are sick when your hair hurts.
I hear agonized moos when I brush my cowlick.
My annual physical is tomorrow, so maybe the doc will fix my cold or board me up with two-by-fours.
