So it's Friday, and it's already my third post of the week. Crazy. Jean and I were supposed to be going to her work holiday party tonight, but instead, we're home fighting for our lives. Our adversary? Well, I don't know for sure, but I think it's a little string of nucleic acids known in some parts of the world as a virus. As a man of the cloth (blue scrubs cloth that is), I consider this a personal attack against my work as a healer. They say that viruses aren't alive, but if that's true, how could this one have found its way in to my home to brutalize us?
I've finally turned the corner--thanks to a generous amount of acetaminophen, phenylephrine, guafenisen, dextromethorphan, albuterol, budenoside/ formoterol, vitamin C and zinc. Better living through chemistry, right? Anyway, I felt like my lungs were made of old leather and bacon while Jean and I were in Vermont. It wasn't the best way to ring in the new year, but we still had a great time and we got one good snowshoe hike in. Of course, now she's feeling the fevers, aches, cough and phlegm. Ours is a house of love and phlegm. Ack.