Walking pneumonia. Whee!

So, today I went to go see the doctor about that annoying cough that's been lingering for the past several weeks. Guess what it is. Betcha can't. Not like I've already said or anything.

Blame the loopiness on the drugs. Sure, I've only actually taken the antibiotic and some Robitussin, but turns out Vicodin makes a cough medicine I'll be taking at night and then there's the inhaler that the pharmacy has to order in tomorrow. Joy!

At least I'm finally convinced that I can take off from work with dignity. The trouble with being a lazybones is a perpetual feeling of guilt when resting. I can lie in bed and nurse my aching ribs and live on chicken soup, OJ and Earl Grey. And I get all the sympathy I want! Hmm. There could be worse things.