Apparently I don’t get to feel better this trip. My stomach has begun to make known its unhappiness with a steady diet of sinus meds and ibuprofen, but I can’t stop taking the meds or my head will explode.
I had coffee with Jess this morning (she drove up from Annapolis to say hi). I was okay for most of that, but then I alarmed everyone at Panera when I caught my breath weirdly and raced for the bathroom so I could cough up my lung, which seemed to have put down roots in my right foot. (There was some deep, loud, awful-sounding coughing is what I’m saying. The walls in the bathroom shook.) So then I came back out, all red-faced and puffy-eyed, and she took me back to the house. Everyone was getting ready to go walk around downtown Frederick (which I’m sure looks lovely all decorated for the holidays), but I bowed out. I’m inside, hanging out with the snoring dog, about to start snoring myself. A nap may do me good. (It did yesterday. I don’t take enough naps.)