Nice to have that bit of awful over and done with

After five days of sleeping in four hour shifts, occasional fever, enough tissues to fill a dumpster, and more pitiful whining than you hear out of most three-year-olds, I think I'm finally pulling through the recent bout of allergy awfulness. I'm still medicated. Still snuffly. But the despair (and it appears the coughing) are gone.

Holy crap. I do not ever want to do that again. And I'm pretty certain my husband doesn't want that either.

Off to physical therapy and piano lessons... And then Starbucks for exchange writing after dinner.