Better Than Nothing
Wednesday. The tickle in the throat bloomed into the usual wretched suspect so I'm sitting here at home with a sore throat (and an aching head - always the aching head).
Thursday. Chills, fever, aching teeth, aching head. Keep your head down, grit your teeth, you've been through this before. I had one brief thought - I live across the street from a bird sanctuary - but that's just the paranoia of the time. I don't think I'll be remembered as the first one to go down. I recognize the sequence having done this before. I've got at least one, probably two days before life returns.
I went through the cupboard looking for something for the head and found an old bottle of Vicodin with three left in the bottle. One of them seems to have allowed me to get some sleep last night, another allowed me to take a nap this morning, the last I'll use later this evening. Doesn't seem to work all that well, but it's better than nothing. I'm in no position to sneer at “better than nothing”.