--All two minutes of it that are left as I sit down to type.
I've been pretending for over a week now, hoping it'll clear up, but it hasn't: I'm still sick. I haven't much energy, I get the dizzies and thundering headaches keep waking me up despite running right at the suggested non-prescription max on Vitamin I. I'm either running a fever now or the furnace has turned itself up--
It appears the inner-ear infection for which I sought treatment awhile back merely staged a retreat when I deployed the Z-pack and is presently on the offensive. Well, count me offended. I've had a bite to eat,* I'm headed to the shower and as soon as I'm decent, I'll be off to to the drive-through doc. Geez.
* Not too sick to cook, especially when I could cheat most of it: pork-fried "rice," thanks to a nicely-seasoned nuke-in-the-bag whole-grain mix, a fine chunk of slow-cooked deli pork roast in the fridge, an egg, a little bit of red bell pepper, some this and that from the spice cabinet (Oh, freeze-dried chives, the very Wonder Of The Age!) and a dollop of peri-peri sauce to finish -- ten minutes labor, tops, and enough left to freeze a container for tomorrow's lunch, too.
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