Yes, Yes It Is...

The Doctor
Sir Luke Fildes

Today's post title piggybacks off of Juvat's Monday post title of It's always Something!.

Prior to our kleine Reise to the Old Line State, eldest daughter, The Nuke, had warned us that the newest member of the tribe had contracted some malady from his companions at day care. I had forgotten what a Petrie dish those places are (along with schools and other places where people gather in numbers).

The lad was tested for the Wu Flu and had received a clean bill of health for that particular malady. But he did have an upper respiratory thing of a viral nature going on. There was a name for it, no doubt designed to sound much more serious and ponderous from what we called it back in the day. That is, a "chest cold."

So we went into this situation with open eyes and firm purpose, for it was the lad's first birthday and we were determined to be in attendance. However, to paraphrase Caesar -

I came, I saw, I got sick...

Son-in-law Tuttle also came down with the malady - stuffy nose, coughing up massive amounts of phlegm, and a general feeling of malaise. He was the first to be impacted by it, I was second. Grandma had a scratchy throat for a day, no more.

I decided to go in late on Monday, letting myself catch a few more hours of sleep to attempt to recover my equanimity. Which did help, somewhat. But I still feel, how do you say, miserable. Effing miserable.

Hence you get this post of me whinging about my infirmity rather than something which might have been more entertaining.

Oh, forgot to mention...

Whilst performing my ablutions on the morning of the day in question, my right ear decided to malfunction. A wee bit of water got into that ear and, as it sometimes will do, decided to remain plugged, as if I had poured molten wax into said ear. No amount of clearing, dancing on one foot, nor bellowing at the Heavens would suit. The sinuses declared that as the nose must suffer, so must the ears, well, one of 'em at least.

The day passed in a muffled haze of semi-misery, much hacking and coughing, much running of the nose, and many commiserations from my colleagues at work. Seems that some of them have experienced a similar malady in the past cuppla weeks.

Apparently "something is going around."

Blah...

As the newest member of the tribe might say, "Booger."

Yes, he's fond of that word. As am I.