Today was better...

Meetings were good.

Horror stories were exchanged.

Now to the coughing things up stage. Still woozy but generally better.

Love is a great show.

Now I need to sleep.

Huh... Well then.

I still feel awful. It is a progression of awful, though. One that leads me to believe I am actually getting better. I am sort of starting to be afraid that I will never get my normal hearing back. I know that isn't true and that the medicine needs to do what it does but I'm getting really tired of living in a muffled world where all I can hear is ringing. And occasionally the music from the Bellagio fountain. (Currently All That Jazz.)

I'm still coughing things up. Whee. That's awesome.

I went to a charity dinner this evening. If I'd told my eight year old self that I'd have a chance to meet Davy Jones one say, she'd never have believed me. That or she'd have run around in circles screaming. (Met Kevin Sorbo too. He's gotten skinny.)

Now, I sleep. Tomorrow there are meetings.