That's about what I'm saying these days. I cough so hard and so long that I get light headed and sometimes trip my gag reflex. It's lovely. Add in Niall watching me hurl and commenting, "Ew, Mom! You're really really sick!"
Ya think, kid?
So anyway, precious little of anything has been going on around here. Bare minimum. No knitting. I really want to curl up and make myself a log cabin blanket, but who has the energy? And I don't have the yarn I want for that, anyway.
I am on antibiotics now. It's getting a little better every day. There is a light at the end of the tunnel.