Rally Ho Leukocytes

Despite downing vast quantities of Emergen-C and following a constant hydration regimine that had me bouncing between bathrooms all day, I still managed to get a tickle in the back of my throat after coming back from a trip to the Windy City.

I'm headed to the Carribean soon to scuba dive for a week, and while I've arranged for posts to continue in my absence, my primary fixation is to chuck this --- this abomination. Now the tickle is a slight cough, sort of the tepid variety, like a limp handshake from a girl with wan eyes. I swear if my sinuses close up on me, I'm going to throw a royal fit and even the generally unimpressed iguanas lounging by the hotel will be stirred out of their sun-baked reverie.

I've got a humidifier running, and the bedroom is so moist soon I'll be growing mold and can lick a dose of penicillin off the walls.