Michael has been sick as a dog for much of the week, even calling in sick three out of the four days (the fifth day, I believe school got canceled anyway). Now he’s on the mend but, unsurprisingly, I’ve caught it from him. Ah, the gift that keeps on giving!
We both went to the doctor and Michael’s diagnosed him with a bacterial infection and prescribed antibiotics. Mine diagnosed the flu and told me to wait. Well, I’m armed with ibuprofen and the prescription cough syrup Tussionex (which I highly recommend because, unlike all the others, it doesn’t taste bad).
I just hope I’m sufficiently recovered to do my interview Tuesday without sounding like a frog.