And He's Down for the Count. My Annual, Slow-Down Crandall. Get Get Your Grades In. Pass Out Exhausted. Congested. December Post.

I knew driving in to work yesterday for a few meetings that there was a flip in my body. I've been ridiculously nasal in my sinuses for a month now, but there was something else that occurred: aches, heavy-headness, scratchy/watery eyes, and then the incessant feeling that I need to hit my couch and sleep for hours. 

This is what I did. I'm on the Theraflu and Mucinex bandwagon, and I need it to subside so I can finish the last batch of projects. This is funny, because on Monday I went to the Rheumatologist and was cleared that I don't have psoriatic arthritis. I'm just old. The doctor saw no signs and actually made me feel like I was a hypochondriac. Him, and the twenty 94-year olds who were also there for a check-in looked at me like I was crazy.

But today I really am dying. The traditional crap of phlegm, phlegm, and more phlegm, so I'm keeping this post short. I need more sleep. I need to grade. I need to blow my nose.

Even hot pho I picked up on my way home to fight it off has not been enough. Of course, as soon as I hit the couch, Karal leaps atop of me thinking she's a mountain goat ready to rest atop a peak. Can't make it up. That is life when life lifes us.

Snot. Mucus. Gook. 

Could be worse I could have hidradentis suppurative.