We’re sick, sick people. And not just in the twisted sense. I’ve been kidding myself for weeks, claiming it’s just the seasonal allergies acting up. When really I’m suffering from a serious sinus infection. And the husband’s been mocking me…with my copious, and ineffective, drug use. In addition to the useless claritin I ingest daily, I’ve been sticking various drugs up my nose, each with a unique delivery system. I’ve got a vapor inhaler, some saline nasal spray and the newest addition to the lot…NasalCrom. Naturally we started calling it all nasal crack after I acquired that one. But I’m not the only one ailing. Afrojet’s come down with a nasty head cold. And friends of ours are getting married this Saturday, though the bride to be has been ill all week. I’m hoping we’ll feel well enough to attend the wedding. The husband woke up whimpering “I’m sick” today, while the poor little man felt feverish before bed. But thank god we haven’t got the supervirus that Andrea picked up. In addition to fever and chills she’s got a swollen tongue and gums…and blisters along her throat and under her tongue. No thanks, sounds like scurvy. Got a taste enough of that the other night…when I succumbed to temporary insanity and devoured those damned sour patch kids. Still, I can’t sleep. Can’t breathe through my nose. May finally break down and get myself to the doctor. Bleah.