The Creeping Crud

Jesus. Push it to the limit and this is where I end up. Between the Santa Ana Winds pushing every known virus toward the coast and waiting tables in a veritable cesspool of human saliva, I have ended up with the creeping crud. Symptoms include a throat that closes up and begs for a toilet brush to be shoved vigorously down to reach the itch, a slamming headache, watery eyes, bone-drenching sleepiness, and the occasional flip-top head sneeze. Other than that, I feel fan-tastic. I hope I don't infect my new roommate Lela.
I had possibly the worst nights sleep on record last night. Mix nyquil, no bed, loud rabbits popping in their cage and rattling the cage door, the new place, a blaring train whistle every hour, and the creeping crud. You get this crap. Scott kept me company and was equally as miserable after a long day of moving my stuff. We had a good laugh about just how bad it was today after I took a long nap at Lynn's. But I am really happy to have a couple of days off to unwind and unpack. Once I have it all straightened out things will be great! Once I get a bed, things will be amazing. Once I shake the creeping crud, I will become a more healthy person. BE well, and beware the crud! Outee, Steph