Monday I was coughing and sneezing rather pitifully, and thus opted to work from home. Tuesday I was still sick, and since everyone seemed to be coming down with that dratted Obamaflu around noonish or so, I figured no one would look askance at me working from home another day. Now, I can work from home with essentially no problem. It's just that because a few people abused it, I can't do it terribly often. I don't like even doing it once, especially after a con weekend, so ending up being off work five days was looking bad.

So I went in the next day, and the next, and Thursday I'd been told it's bronchitis and given some tasty antibiotics. Friday, I was lucky to be able to prop myself up at work. I did, but it was wretched, and my voice had gone completely as opposed to just being rather annoyingly on and off for a couple days.

Why do you care? You don't, I'm just being reflective and thinking about the fact that usually I have comic done a week in advance ... but for once, being sick really properly killed my ability to function. In any way. Which is annoying. I can be in and out of the hospital and I'm fine, but bug me and suddenly the world's gonna end.

Hey, whatever. I've got a sure-fire cough cure that's kept me from waking up with coughing fits for a week now, so I'm not losing sleep. (PROTIP: Keep a bottle of Singer's Saving Grace by the bed, and spray your throat a couple times when the coughing fit starts. You can 'only' use it 20 times within 24 hours, so you'll be fine. Better than Chloraseptic, especially for people like me who have a bad relationship with menthol.) And there's comic here.

Hell, if I'd just killed a giant sandworm for these people, I'd want them partying in the streets for me. The hell.

If you have been, make it happen.