The Chills
I came down with a cold, cough and sore throat this morning, even though I’ve been nursing it for the past three days. I think it has something to do with being stuck in a stuffy room with zero ventilation for three days that ultimately caused me to fall ill.
I hate being ill. I cough like Armageddon, I sneeze in threes (that feels good), but oh my, I can’t taste or smell anything and I have to avoid cold drinks. Avoiding cold drinks in Singapore is like walking on railway tracks. It’s stupid.
And now, I think my medication is kicking in, and I’m starting to feel a tad drowsy.
Oh, jammed with Leeson tonight. Man, we’re rusty.