So (inevitably) Miss D. started showing the same symptoms as myself. We toddled off to the doctor this morning to get an official diagnosis of what ails us, and the appropriate treatment. (My diagnosis of 'crud' or 'the dreaded lurgy' is apparently considered insufficiently scientific.)
- There are some questions that should be answered very carefully. Example: When your wife asks you lovingly whether there's anything she can get for you, it's not necessarily a good idea to reply "A red-headed virgin?" Retaliation is a bitch when you can't move fast enough to get out of the way.
- Husband and wife getting shots in the butt in the same examination room leads to hilarity. This can cause difficulties when the nurse is laughing so hard she has to stop the injection until she recovers.
- Saying I felt feverish was one thing. Seeing the reading of 101.6° and realizing that I felt worse and more feverish yesterday tends to bring me down to earth with a bump.
While I collapsed into bed, Miss D. (who's feeling less under the weather than I am) picked up our prescriptions, and I woke to pills, cough medicine and an inhaler. Hopefully they'll help both of us shake off this stuff within two to three days.
Seriously, people, be warned: this crud is nasty. Don't hesitate to seek professional help if you get it.