Mrs. Geek tells me that I've gotten sick right around the time of my birthday. This year is proving to be no exception. I feel like a some kind of viral petri dish... with white spots toward the bottom, green streaks near the top, and this big brown blob just left of center.
I first started to feel it almost three weeks ago. I began to feel... frail and a little stuffy. No matter, I thought. I'll just start using some zinc. Problem solved.
It worked for a while. The stuffiness went away for a while. "Whew" I thought, "I dodged the bullet". Then stuffiness came back right around Thanksgiving with a vengeance. It was nothing to really stop me from enjoying the holiday... but it wasn't nice.
Things seemed to get a little better during the first week of December. I was still tired, but, I hoped that the worst was behind me. That all changed last Friday. I got up on Friday morning with a low grade fever. By Saturday afternoon, my temperature crossed the 100 degree mark, moving from bothersome to genuinely uncomfortable. That got better by Sunday afternoon.
Yet it is still with me. Whatever virus I have has decided to seek better climes by moving south... into my throat. I woke up this morning sounding more like Henry Kissinger than myself. Mrs. Geek says a deep, husky voice is sexy; she always tries to see the silver lining. Me, I'd much rather just feel healthy again.
Maybe the fact that I've been sick every December for the last four years is part of the reason that I complain about the Christmas season being harder than it used to be?
Christmas music update: Mrs. Geek got the Frank Sinatra Christmas Collection. While I am often generally in favor of Sinatra and specifically in favor of much of this CD, hearing Frank sing the old black spiritual "Go Tell It On The Mountain" with Bing Crosby and Fred Waring and his Pennsylvanians... well, it's just plain wrong (Christmas album or not.) Squaresville, hep cat. Worse than Michael Bolton.
on 2004-12-07 at 6:20 a.m.
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