I was premature in thinking I'd beaten that cold on Saturday and spent Sunday night and all of Monday unable to keep anything down to prove it. Thankfully, getting Tricare to decide what to do with me was less frustrating than usual so by 0130 Tuesday, I was no longer nauseous or dehydrated after Zofran and a liter of intravenous fluids.

As with prior experiences when out of phenergan and out of it to the point where my memory gets fuzzy, I only have disjointed bits to go from. Specifically, the first person that tried to IV me (he said he was having bad luck that night and I believe it) reminded me of Kevin Ellison and the doctor made me think of radixx. I'm not sure whether to be glad I don't remember more.

kenwestervelt stopped by last night to visit but I'm afraid I wasn't that interesting. On the bright side, it kicked my lazy arse into giving the living room the cleaning it needed before we went home on vacation. (The futon cover's in the dryer now.)

Anyhow, I really do think I'm beating the cold down now. Disregard my previous predictions.