In Ye Olde William S's time, these two phrases went hand and hand...er, pilgrim lips to blushing ones?
Much as I love a goodnight smooch, I told Kman we might ought to lay off our favorite past time due to the indubitable fact we have swapped some might cantankerous germs.
I think I started the whole cultivation - probably acquired from too many grocery cart handles, and from being in and out of my mother's assisted living building. Since right after Turkey Day I have fought an URI (upper respiratory infection for you laymen) off and on. Right after Christmas, Kman took the croup.
Last Wednesday night, I coughed my right lung out. Yep, flopped right on out like a half-dead crappie, wiggling on an invisible hook. Thursday morning found the left one arguing with me.
I capitulated (love using that word, just don't get the chance often enough) and called upon higher medical powers, my doctor. I have a manageable case of pneumonia.
So, if my writings seem somewhat odd, blame it on the Leviquin and the Medrol dose pak, the depletion of serious oxygen and piss-poor sleep.