So I've had a cold for the last few days. Not a big deal, other than I hate how raw my nose gets from the kleenex. Go home to spend Mother's Day with the family. It went surprisingly well, mother's mental breakdown aside. Yeah, Mom had a regression back into depression but fortunately has now taken steps to fix said problems. On wards! So I wake up Monday morning after sleeping for twelve straight hours (bed at 11 pm, woke up 11:15am). That should have been my first clue that things weren't quite right. Get dressed, stumble up stairs and into kitchen. Go to give morning greetings to family and the only thing that comes out is a great impression of Mumbles the mob boss. Clear my throat and try again. Now I sound more like a 60 year old chain smoker. My mom's friend drops by, she's an RN. I say hi and she's just about ready to haul me down to the doctor's office. The general consensus is that I've got laryngitis. I haven't had that since I was about 6. So I called my boss to say I wouldn't be into work so I could get a little extra rest and hope that it worked. But I think that today I'll be heading down to the clinic to get a doctor's note or maybe an antibiotics prescription. Wish me luck.
Love you Josh. I hope your cold doesn't turn into this too.





Quote of the day:

Dr. Gregory House: I'm extremely disappointed. I send you out for exciting, new designer drugs, you come back with tomato sauce.