Sick

Well, I know I am sick when I don't want to drink wine for three days straight. I woke up July 4th at 4 a.m. with a horrible sore throat and I will spare you all from the gory details but it was a nasty sinus thing. Three days where swallowing anything was pure torture, add to that a bout of nausea, and plugged ears. I am usually the one in the house that doesn't get sick, or if I catch the crud I get the mildest case. Not this time. Luckily, Mark was very sympathetic, did the entire drive home from Montana (631 miles) while I dozed in and out of conscience. I am feeling human again, and it's the 8th, still not myself, but not miserable.

Makes me appreciate my general health and perhaps next time I will be a little easier on Mark when he gets a man cold.