Sick So Sick

No column this week, and not much productivity period, and in fact I’ve been not much fun and quite probably a misery to live with, on account of horrendous lingering somethingorother diagnosed only yesterday, nineteen days into the ordeal, as probably bronchitis. Constant wet cough, exhaustion, lingering fever, listlessness, disorientation; seriously, it’s been a shitty couple of weeks and I’ve been getting nothing done at a time when I desperately, so desperately need to be at the top of all of my various games.

So yeah, I’m sick, and I kinda suck. But I’m taking big ol’ horse-pills twice a day—the kind with an on-bottle pictogram that apparently advises you to only take each pill if it is accompanied by a delicious submarine sammich—and that should cure one condition, at least. In any case, I only hope I don’t require a second course of antibiotics. The price of the pills is largely subsidized by our health plan, but those five-dollar footlongs really add up OH TELL ME YOU DIDN’T SEE THAT ONE COMING.