Typhoid Mary... That's Me!

I made it to DC in one piece. Too bad my new nickname is Typhoid Mary.

I started to feel shitty about an hour before my flight. I thought, hmmm, do I have a little bit of a sore throat suddenly? I took some Emergen-C and some Airborne hoping to remedy the situation.

It did nothing. I felt crappier and crappier each moment of the rest of the day, and by the time I arrived in Dallas for my connecting flight my nose was running so much it actually dripped all over my t-shirt when I was trying to get in my seat. I'm sure the guy I sat next to was really psyched about that -- especially when I sneezed about 10 times and finally stuffed a Kleenex in my nose when I slept to keep it from running all over my face.

Now I have a death croup cough, my head feels like it's about to explode, and I continue to produce snot at a ridiculously unhealthy level.

I made an attempt to have fun at my friend Mary's party last night at Dr. Dremo's. I was able to rally for a while, even finishing one beer, but then then I had to get back home to bed.

What a lovely birthday treat for me!