It's Tuesday and I'm still alive. Two visits to Urgent Care later, on antibiotic number 3 with an inhaler. Superbug, supernerd. Praying to the Nipple Gods I don't get thrush. Please, Nipple Gods. No thrush.
Toiling away to get work wrapped up. Taking sick time around the boluses of work, to reclaim whatever is left of my lungs and the sinus holes in my face. Where the bacteria made such a hospitable home. Fuck you, bacteria. Hope you like your housewarming present: erythromycin. Enjoy, assholes.
Focusing on what comes next: more time at home, more time with this guy: