Today started off a bit rough. A tickle in my throat started a cough spazam, that led to dry haves. It was sufficient to wreak my vocal chords, and 12 hours later, I am still throat soar and horse.
They gave me some medicine for some early mouth soars, I don't have anything to fight off the soars. So that I could eat without pain, they shot me up with morphine. My throat still hurt.
I also spiked a fever, so more blood drawn (catheter and old time needle), and of course, more bags of anti-biotics.
Needless to say, I slept most of the day.
Kristin came up today, but I am not blaming any of this on her...