never mind

The plague is back. I am sicker than I was last week, and all this is getting old. I can't sleep, because I wake up 45 minutes later in cold sweats. I can't talk, because my throat feels like sandpaper. I can't do jiu-jitsu, for obvious reasons, and therefore have to suffer the ignominy of being the loser for another four days (no opportunity to get my revenge.)

And to all this is added the fact that I managed to make Mom sick, as well. While there's a great deal to be said for being in the bosom of the family, this is a serious problem. And now I feel guilty as well as feverish.