Happy Post-Christmas!!

Look, I'm sorry, but I've been sick. Really sick. Fevered up and knocked out like E.A.P., only not nearly as bad as she's got it. And it's been snowy, and that's a lot of work sometimes for some people too, ok?
This is how my week has been:

Wednesday: Snow starts falling like it's going out of style. I got my wife's car stuck driving around getting everything I needed to work from home.

Thursday: Snow is everywhere. I work from home. My Friday flight gets canceled. Christmas plans dashed. Spend most of the day hating United Airlines and their crappy terrible horrible no-good very bad totally stupid insufficient phone system that makes you call back constantly for 2 hours before being given the privilege to wait on hold for an hour before speaking with someone in India who cannot book you on any flight you might possibly want anyway. We book my wife a flight for the 26th and are content to Christmas in Denver.

Friday: I got in to work to pick up my new Laptop, which is a spiffy new MacBook Pro and makes my friendly old Dell look like a monolithic piece of computerized cuneiform. Throat starts to hurt, getting really tired.

Saturday: Exhausted. Sleep most of the morning. Very light headed. Sinuses exploding. I went to the doctor and paid $75 and waited an hour only to be told it's "just a virus" and to call in a few days if it doesn't go away. This doesn't bode well for Christmas.

Sunday: Fever up to 103.5. Call Doctor again. Get prescription for sickeningly high dose of Amoxicillan. Take medicine. Sleep all day. Watch Matrix. It's good.

Monday: Feeling somewhat better, go to Christmas at Parents house and try not to breath on anyone. Mewwy Chwistmahs! I beat my sister twice at chess despite being the sickest I've been in ages.

Tuesday: Allergic reaction to nastily high doses of antibiotic. Call doctor. Get yelled at for being Allergic. Told to take benedryl to counter allergic reaction. Take wife to airport. Get new antibiotic. Take brother to airport. Sleep.

Wednesday: Wake up exhausted. Take more benedryl. Go to work. Come home. Get whiny emails about old blog post. Take more benedryl. Go to bed soon.

Thursday: That's tomorrow, stupid. I don't know what's going to happen, but it's supposed to start snowing again, so I brought my laptop home from work tonight to save another snowy drive. Bring it on.

What'd you get for Christmas? I got a great brown hoodie and some nice books and a pretty dog. But I think we might've already had the dog. My wife is gone to see her family and Hans is coming in on Friday. Hooray! Now for the sleeping.