Yes, that’s what I’m calling this version of sickness brought to me from my family… the Willcox West Nile Virus.  Of course, I know the symptoms don’t match, but since when has anything from Willcox been exactly what it was supposed to be.

Amidst yet another snow storm, I have both good and bad news regarding my health.  I figured I needed to share because me being sick ranks right up there with Obama vs. Hilary and the new Britney law on Google’s Top 10 Searched items for the past week. So….
Bad News:  My face still feels like someone has my sinuses in a vice grip and won’t let go.  Oh, congestion…  you are a heartless bitch.

Good News:  My voice has returned. (Or is that bad news?)  Nonetheless, I can speak again even if it’s strained and crackly.  (That’s what she said.)  (Ok, so TWSS doesn’t totally work here, but I really missed saying it and am out of practice.  Sue me.)

I’m still downing the medication and countless ounces of orange juice and hope to be fully back to my old self by Monday. Cross your fingers for me.  I’m getting tired of sleeping all day to the sounds of Dr. Phil reruns.  (Man, can that ol’ boy put you to sleep in a hurry!)