Today? Better? Barely. I've got the cold sore from hell on my lip. My head still hurts; I'm still taking random doses of Sudafed (and, yes, Marie, it is the real stuff, because I'm worth it). In fact, I went out and scored some more today. I don't want to risk running out, you know.
And thanks, Jami, for looking up the pseudoephedrine overdose dangers for me. Thanks a lot. My heart's not pounding yet, but I do seem to be experiencing the dizziness. It hasn't been debilitating enough, however, to keep me from driving to Target because my teen daughter has "nothing to wear." I swear, there is some sort of black hole in her closet which swallows clothes. I mean, am I not always taking Anna to Target?
I haven't heard from Larry at all. I assume he is too busy touring local pubs to think about his adoring wife. That's fine. I'm too busy making surreptitious online purchases to worry about where he is.
Time for all sickies to go to bed....