First things first. I'm pretty sure I don't have strep. That means my finger pointing moves from Banksy (I'll make it up to you with a trip to Fire Bowl) squarely onto my wife. Mrs. Robbins obviously drug a head cold home from one (or more likely all) of her 170 seventh graders and now I get to enjoy the gift that keeps on giving. It wouldn't be so bad if I hadn't just received treatment, but for now it's kicking my butt. I spent most of the afternoon laying on the couch with a pack of ice on my head (click the picture on the right for a full view).Everything else seems to be going OK though. I haven't had any nausea issues and the hunger pangs I had after the first round aren't nearly as severe. One thing I forgot to mention is that a few of the fingertips on my left hand have gone a bit numb in the past week or two. Mainly my thumb and forefinger. It hasn't affected anything (read: video gaming), but it does feel strange at times.
Thanks go out to Nicole for baking and hand delivering an awesome cake for me and Christine (pics of that on request).
