Carole has been toughing it out, putting off going to the doctor until today. She had gamely kept the grand-girls last week and nursed me along, all the while feeling rocky herself. Meanwhile, I was kind of proud of my strep throat, milking it for all the sympathy and work-avoidance possible.
Well, she's seen my bid and raised me. She has pneumonia, richly garnished with a sinus infection. She got a shot, two kinds of antibiotics, and must have 3 breathing treatments a day. She's sick.
So, for the second time, we must postpone a trip to San Antonio to see the grandsons. At this rate, the next time we see them, McCain will be president.