Sick of Being Sick

I'm still sick.

You've got to understand that when I say I never get sick, I really *never* get sick. The most I get are allergies. They are bad enough, but they are unavoidable, I suppose.

The DH usually gets one illness a year where he is down for the count for a couple of days. I, of course, always take the time to point out to him that I *never* get sick and highlight all his unhealthy habits (which aren't that many, to be honest; less than mine). Only after he starts feeling better, of course.

So is my current wogginess just delayed karma? Perhaps. I'm much better, but still only about 80-85 percent. I find myself getting run down very easily, my voice is still husky (though one of my coworkers told me now it sounds 'sexy,' so I guess I shouldn't complain) and just feel kinda crappy. I think the bronchitis (or whatever it is/was) has merged with the allergies and perhaps PMS to form some new monster.

Or maybe it's bird flu.