Scooter 
Urgh. I am *still* feeling like hammered dogshit. Coughing, sneezing, going through Kleenex like I own stock in 'em, and I still have basically no voice. I've slept most of the day.
I was over this, dammit. Then I had to go out and shovel and chip, and when I came back in, my throat was like a blast furnace and everything boomeranged on me. Still had shows to do, so those had to go on, and I just bulled my way through. Ever since I've been shuffling around in my robe, croaking, and mewing for cups of tea. I haven't even been able to watch movies or play my #BaseballSim .
Nurse said it was not strep, not flu A or B, and not CoViD. So it is my own special personalized version of viral hell-crud. Yippee. #UpperRespiratoryVirusesReallySuck #IHateMyMiserableLife
Toot something amusing in response. Or something sexy. Or maybe both. Or just put your fist in the air and yell #FuckTheFascists
I was over this, dammit. Then I had to go out and shovel and chip, and when I came back in, my throat was like a blast furnace and everything boomeranged on me. Still had shows to do, so those had to go on, and I just bulled my way through. Ever since I've been shuffling around in my robe, croaking, and mewing for cups of tea. I haven't even been able to watch movies or play my #BaseballSim .
Nurse said it was not strep, not flu A or B, and not CoViD. So it is my own special personalized version of viral hell-crud. Yippee. #UpperRespiratoryVirusesReallySuck #IHateMyMiserableLife
Toot something amusing in response. Or something sexy. Or maybe both. Or just put your fist in the air and yell #FuckTheFascists