I have had the crud since last Wednesday.
The good news is that my throat no longer feels like someone is in there sanding it down before a nice coat of varnish. Now it just feels like someone went in with an ice pick. I am still coughing and hacking up pieces of lung though, and now all the snot has moved into my brain (sorry, TMI?) so my head feels like it's ready to explode.
At first I blamed that handshaking thing at church (I am so keeping my gloves on from now on!) but now I'm thinking, no, no, no: in the past two weeks I've had three different dentist/oral surgeons/endodontists with their arms down my throat. What are the chances of picking of a bad throat infection from one of them or their assistants or their equipment? I'd say they are high. But, I'm no scientist.
So I know what you are all thinking: that if the only thing I have to whine about is all the broken stuff in my luxury hotel, I really need to shut up and suck it up! Well, all I can say about that is: you're so right! However, I do have loads more things to whine about. But first I want to share with you some scenes from Miami, where I was rendered speechless:
The path I ran on before sunrise.
The path ran alongside this harbor.
The courtyard of the hotel in which I spent my 50th birthday, not talking.
My own personal patio in my own room.
The hot tub in my luxury hotel room.
And see, I got through this entire post without even mentioning the fact that I got two nasty blisters from those two measly little runs!
I want a do-over.