‘Better’ does not mean ‘recovered.’ Lemme put up the video for the day and then it’s time for bed. Good night, everybody!
You know, to celebrate.
But I’m not feeling completely better, so I’m going back to bed.
Well, it ain’t Covid, ain’t strep throat, probably not a sinus infection, and definitely isn’t an allergy attack. A cold is about the only thing left. So: taking it easy, drinking plenty of fluids, and hopefully I’ll feel better tomorrow. Maybe I can go see TOP GUN: MAVERICK Wednesday…
…but not exclusively so. I should be more or less okay by the weekend; but I ain’t thirty anymore, either. But no major complications, which is the important thing. Glad I didn’t wait on this, though: going through recovery even two weeks from now would have totally sucked.
There’s no fever and I can smell and taste things, so it isn’t COVID – or else it’s the form of COVID that is indistinguishable from a summer cold. Either way, I have ordered comfort food for the family and Premiere Accessed BLACK WIDOW. Fine, Disney, you win this one.
Well, at least it’s not coronavirus (I assume that if it was enough of a coronavirus to be dangerous I’d be on my butt instead of typing this). I’ve accordingly bundled up, eaten comfort food, and will be avoiding touching other people for the rest of the day. Guess this is a bye day, huh?
I seem to have gotten a mild case of pinkeye. Not dangerous, but inconvenient as all get-out and whatnot. So, um, nobody lick your screen or anything while you’re looking at my site, OK?
…I’m going to the doctor. One day is whatever, two is annoying, three might be a throat infection or something. Or maybe walking pneumonia. That typically sucks wind.
The coughing has begun. Fortunately, these things progress. I should be all right by Saturday or so. Sleeping a lot helps.
Going to get some sleep.
[UPDATE] A two and a half hour nap helped a good deal, but I’m definitely coming down with a cold, alas. But, hey, somebody upped their pledge, so I even did creative work this evening. Win!