It's not creeping any more, the crud hit me yesterday like a Mack truck. I spent the better part of the day on the couch watching those boring Christmas movies. The alternative was to try and cook something to eat, not the best of ideas in my condition.
It's bad enough trying to cook when I feel good, let alone when my brain is foggy and only interested in making me cough. I fought through it however and ended up with two inedible dishes. More on that later. For now, I'm headed back to the couch with the last of my honey drinks.
I didn't think my throat could get more sore ..... it did. I didn't think I could feel much worse .... I do .... and I didn't think my head was going to explode ..... I'm now sure that is only minutes away. I'm going to be proactive next year and stock up on those masks you see everyone wearing in China. At least I'll be recognizable in a crowd!!