The plague

I'm laying here in bed hacking my head off. That is why I'm not at work. It doesn't seem prudent to try and cough up a lung during surgery. So, I stayed home. I know it sounds like I'm a weakling, but honest to God, I sometimes cough so hard I think I may crack a rib.

Bumble started the plague. He is feeling better I believe. Which in turn gives me some glimmer of hope. Although he never went through the coughing phase of this ordeal. Leave it to me to open up a new strain of the disease. No, I'm sure it is a disease. No little cold could do this to a person.

Like I said, Bumble started this mess. Nikki jumped on the band wagon about the same time I did. She seems to be weathering it fairly well. Like I said, I discovered the deadly strain of this disease.

Bumble is like the cough patrolman. He is forever shoving a little bucket full of nasty, foul cough syrup in my face. I've seen him chase Nikki down with it too. It is his job...pill pusher. I must say, his efforts do seem to work. If I'm not coughing, I'm in a drug induced haze and don't really care.

Yesterday they timed their lives by my coughing. For example...when she coughs 3 more times I'm going to get up and take a shower....or 2 more coughs and I'm snacking. They are irritating.

Now, I think I'm going to pass out. I'm pretty tired. But before I do...did I mention that Bumble takes better care of me than anyone else? Even though he is not feeling so good himself, he is forever looking after me. He is the sweetest.