Okay, lest that bad title escape you, it's similar to the title of a song from the 70's. But that's what I think of every time I think of the words "walking pneumonia."
Welp, I've got it. It's been building for three weeks. The first Friday I had laryngitis. The second Friday my doctor thought it might be hayfever. This Friday, walking pneumonia. I think it is a lot less scary than it sounds to me, but still it makes me feel like c.r.a.p. Cough. Sweat. Freeze. Sleep. Cough. Sweat. Freeze. Sleep. I've spent the last two days on the sofa.
Anyway the newest twist to the whole shebang is hives. The doctor says that this is one of the symptoms. Lovely.
No gigantic complaints here. I actually work with a couple of people who have CANCER. And one of my blog friends is dealing with her little baby's cancer. So just a minor bit of kvetching here.
I hope to be up to speed in a couple of days.