No, really.

I’m still suffering from the same ailment I’ve had since January–a staph infection in my sinuses. Since I’ve been on half a dozen antibiotics, three different nasal sprays, and that medieval torture device: the Netti Pot, I really shouldn’t still be in so much pain. So tomorrow, my ENT specialist has set me up with a CT scan to take a look at my thick skull.

At least it’s not the swine flu. But boy, I’d sell a kidney to ditch the headaches and the constant post nasal drip. Of course, the constant rain here only exacerbates the condition. Maybe my brother was right: I should just live in a mall.