Hack

Still coughing my lungs up. The doctor on Wednesday said he thought it was the flu, which has been spreading again in a late-season campaign back East. We flew through Newark on the way down to the Dominican Republic, and through Philadelphia on the way back. However, I was already feeling what turned out to be the first symptoms on the flight to Philly, so I assume I'd caught it by then. Perhaps on the bus to and from the snorkeling/diving trip the day before. Perhaps from the nightmare birthday party (all of them from Philly) the first day we arrived.

I can't remember the last time I had such a bad cough. Possibly at the end of my TAFF trip in 2003, when I totally destroyed myself at the Eastercon (coup de grâce delivered by reverendjim and tregenza in the wee hours of the end times), got sick and coughed my lungs out while resting at julia_winolj's parents' house for two days, then went to the Madison Corflu and coughed my lungs out that whole long weekend while missing half the fun. Not a happy experience, although at least that time I had the excitement to keep me halfway lifted.

I'm tempted to blame Corflu Zed for running my immune system down this time, but who knows. I'd have thought that a vacation in the tropics would have been enough down time to recover. Feh.