Could not sleep -- finally ended up with a gel icepack under my left cheekbone, where the sinuses were shrieking, and fell asleep for a couple hours that way. Coughing more.
Woke up a whiskey contralto, or maybe baritone. Anyway, it's an octave I can't usually reach.
So, today, the doc for sure; today I won't be a fool and eat breakfast. Ebola is already out (I'd be dead and so would you). Pretty sure we can rule out malaria and Dengue fever. The white-coat syndrome ain't helpin' any, I hate lettin' those heathens poke at me.
Working On A Starship
3 weeks ago