The Plague! It's Everywhere!

Okay, that tentative victory through Cold-Eeze?  Yeah, screw that shit - I won't fall for it again.  At best, it delayed the onset of the cold from hell, but it still hit me.   I haven't slept in two days, thanks to spectacular coughing fits every hour or so.

This cold was created in the twisted mind of Stephen King. Every few hours it morphs into a new form.  I've gone from post-nasal drip and mild sore throat, to post-nasal drip and coughing like a TB patient, to full-on clogged head, pnd and c like a TB p.  Yet, late this morning I was neither coughing nor terribly stuffy and thought (oh, those were innocent times) that I'd turned the corner after coughing allfuckingnight.  Yeah, not so much.  In the last hour, the nasal faucet has opened.  Oh, and sometimes I have a voice, sometimes not, and it fluctuates between Kathleen Turner and Cookie Monster. 

I took cold meds already and told the dogs they are on their own if I pass out at 7. What are they gonna do, ruin the carpet?   Hahaha.

Of course this has to happen when Murphy has had a relapse and is back on his meds, which means he has to pee a lot more often.  Whatever.

Son-in-law got it and developed a sinus infection. Miss D is on antibiotics recovering from her double ear infection.  My daughter is finally over it, after 10 days, and feels fine.

I tried to take Murphy to the groomer, but nearly the entire dog salon staff is out sick. 

Yawning. Need rest.  Back when I can sit upright.