My father was sick. I survived. Tim was sick. I survived. I wake up the day before Christmas and I want to die. I leave in less than a week for Europe. I have a RIDICULOUS amount of stuff to do. All I want to do is sleep. My brain is being beaten by a meat hammer.
I did bite the bullet though. I usually wait a few days before going to the doctor. I called to get in as soon as I woke up. I am kicking this asap. Wish me luck. :(
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Good luck with the cold. I wish I had a secret family cure to send you but I don't. I hope you get to enjoy your Christmas and your trip to Europe. Get well quickly.
OMG...me too!
I thought I'd dodged the bullet but alas...You'll feel better before you leave. Rest, fluids, etc.
Merry Christmas.
Yikes! Hope you feel better! There's still time to recover before your fabulous trip. Merry Christmas!
Thanks for all the get well wishes, I think they must have worked! I already am almost back to 100%. It's insane. The drugs the doctor prescribed me pretty much would have killed the dinosaurs with their power. But now I can enjoy my Christmas and my trip! Thanks again!
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