Yep. You read that right. I have walking pneumonia, which is something like the walking dead, but with phlegm. So that explains why I've felt like hammered death on a Ritz cracker for a couple of weeks and why my body feels like it's been beaten with a sock full of nickels and then forced to ingest molten lead.
Not a good way to be.
So here's me, taking my happy cough medicine with hydrocodone and slamming back antibiotics and not even bothering to try to blog on this brain much.
Hopefully, next week will be better.
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