mrsfinch has pneumonia, or rather peripneumonia, as her doctor’s last words were “It’s not pneumonia ... yet.” I have drugs which are supposed to be helping, but this is my third day off work, I have a cough like an atomic explosion, and even though I can stand upright I can’t do it for long before feeling dizzy. I have enough of a fever that I have spent the last few days being confused in my mind, and I am such a slug that I very seldom run a fever, so this is cause for concern. Also I AM NOT HUNGRY, which clearly indicates the severity of the infection. I got up thinking I could at least catch up on what is going on in the Kinjaverse, but now I have to go and lie down again.
I realize that this is God, Santa and Krampus wreaking their revenge for my constant bitching about the holiday season, but I would like the record to state that I did send at least six Xmas cards, including one to that poor little girl with the severe burns, so if they could lay off at least some of the symptoms (like the antibiotic-induced squits) I would appreciate it.