The large, pink, horse-sized antibiotics are slowly allowing me to talk and move.
Is it really necessary to make a pill too large to comfortably take? These things are about the same diameter as my thumb.
Saturday, while I was still able to stand, brought us our FOS pine siskin:
Just one. But a nice one, nonetheless.
We got our first siskins ever, last year, the day before heading to my first Cape May weekend.
My ear is still full of pus, my throat is not on fire anymore yet still smoldering, and my sinuses seem to be full of something akin to Silly Putty. There are two more programs scheduled for me this week, and it is still up in the air as to whether I will be able to do them.
I hate being sick. I really hate being sick for a week and a half.