The Plague

So I managed to get pertussis, aka whooping cough, a couple of weeks back. I don't recommend it. It's like the flu, except worse. I spent the second night sleeping in intervals of about 45 minutes at a time since the coughing woke me up every time I started to drift off completely. The cure was almost as bad: Zithromax, in the same family as that stomach-pleaser erithromycin. Urk.

Thank God Julia's up to date on her immunizations. My biggest fear was that she would catch it.