I have Captain Trips.
Okay, not really. (And that’s a reference to the super flu that decimates the population in The Stand, for those of you holding out from the summer fun that is The Standalong.)
But damn if it doesn’t feel like it at times.
I finally went to the doctor this morning, after my sore throat woke me up at 1:30 in the freakin’ morning and kept me up for most of the rest of the night.
The verdict? It’s just a cold. Yeah, thanks a lot Mr Doctor Dude. It doesn’t feel like a cold. IT FEELS LIKE THE END OF THE WORLD.
Ahem. Never read Stephen King when you’re sick. It leads to paranoia and exaggeration.