The diagnosis is simple. In layman's terms I have the crud. The symptoms are sore throat, headache, earache, chills and incessant cough. In short order, I am miserable. The General (aka - my wife) would probably say I am a wimp. When I feel like I'd be better off if someone shot me, I simply go to bed and long for sleep. The General thinks she's made of better stock than that. Regardless of how she feels, she manages to get "her stuff done." Who knows, if men are from Mars and women are from Venus, maybe that is one of the innate differences between men and women. I'd be curious to know your thoughts on that.
Call me a whimp if you want to, but another night like last night and I'll be telephoning for last rites. I coughed nonstop for six continuous hours. That didn't make the General particularly happy. She said something about my interrupting her sleep. Yesterday a friend at church recommend a spoon full of pure honey. She instructed to let me it dissolve slowly in my mouth. A lady who overheard the comment, whispered, "If you want it to work, mix the honey with whiskey." At this point, I am considering all of my options.
In the meantime, I'm going back to bed. I'm hopeful of being my regular nonsense self soon.
All My Best!
Don