Peter, Paul and Mary.
The early years.
It’s too late for Listerine for me.
(Besides, that stuff tastes horrible! Blech!)
It may kill 200, 000,000 germs in 15 seconds, but it’s the 200,000,001st that got me.
It started last night at work with a scratchy throat.
Then it dropped into my chest as a pressure behind my sternum.
Now my body has joined the party and invited inflammation to the gig, it’s aching like nobody’s business.
I have a paper on Islam due on Friday, two assignments in another class also due Friday.
I really don’t need this right now.
But, it seems to have arrived.
Hopefully it’s not the swine flu – I’d hate to be the first case I know of personally.
So, as my brain is as parched as my throat, my mind is as dry as the Mohave Desert and I couldn’t string two sentences together coherently if I tried, I’ll leave you with the reminder that Change of Shift is up on Thursday at Code Blog: Tales of a Nurse.
For those of you who still have the faculty of articulateness, you can send your submissions to “firstname.lastname@example.org”.
Emergiblog will return to it’s regular posting as soon as my synapses start firing again.