Sheesh, I should have gone to my mother for advice, all she ever tells me is to go sit on the toilet.
Health Update: The aches have mostly subsided, although it might just be the leftover Niquil in my system. When I woke up this morning, I blew a snot-ball the size of a golf ball out of each nostril. One of them had a glob of blood on it, so I’m afraid we’re going to have to include Leakey Brain on the list of possibilities.
I think my kidneys are still here, but I can’t rule out being kidnapped by aliens with super technology that can magically beam one’s kidneys out. I’d best get an x-ray just in case.
BTW, does anybody know of any nice Victorian diseases? One that involves lots of lying in bed wearing a lace nightgown while my family gathers around me, feeding me soup and bon-bons? Oh, and it’s got to be serious enough that the ladies of the Chapel will come and clean my house, but no actual physical pain. Thanks!