My gentle bout of post-nasal drip that I woke up with earlier this week has turned into a full-blown viral infection. The doctor cheerfully told me that it wasn’t strep and wasn’t flu, but that it was a “flu-like viral infection” that I’d get to ride out. It’s like I went into the dealer wanting to buy a simple cold but got upsold by a smooth-talking salesman into driving home fever, sweats, and aches.
I will feel better for a while and then worse for a while. I can tell when “worse” is going to happen because I start shaking like a thirteen-year-old boy getting his first real glimpse of internet porn. With luck I’ll be done with my fever by some time tomorrow, but if not, send ibuprofin for me and a robot butler for Misty.