It started with a sore throat, then the fever came. Shortly after the fever came the telling pressure in the ears...
Another. Goddamned. Ear. Infection.
Eustachian tubes are so overrated.
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| Tom approves of sick humans as long as their hands are available for petting. |
My attempted home remedies included a batch of potato soup, the hottest curried pork and okra I could manage to make, and so many hot toddies that I started wondering if I was drinking them for the tea or the bourbon (I have no Canadian in the house, heathen that I am).
I think I did a load of laundry. I called Sabine between the 3rd and 5th hot toddie, and I babbled about Kool Aid pitchers, circus freaks, and... oh, hell. Something. I watched "Seeking a Friend for the End of the World" and I found it to be entirely too sad. I watched The Walking Dead, and now I'm angry and bitter about T-dog and smug about Lori.
Sick, ya'll. It sucks.
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