Tuesday, March 31, 2009
I woke up feeling like I have been hit by a dump truck. Checked my throat...little white pockets everywhere. I guess they decided to spread out and invite friends over. Lymph nodes are huge, fever back. I am waiting for the penicillin to kick in, hopefully it is sooner than later. I can't take much more of this, and neither can my family. Another day in the life of the living dead is about to begin. Rock on.