ahtitan and the Deathly Hallows

So, I'm an idiot.

I started having a sore throat at the end of my shift on Tuesday, and when I woke up it was a full-blown cough/cold. Did I mention that this was Tuesday SIX WEEKS AGO? Still sick. It progressed through the usual pattern of voice loss, where I can imitate a predictable litany of voices as mine goes away: Charlie Brown, Eeyore, Emperor Palpatine, Movie Trailer Guy. During the second week, my uvula swelled so large that I went to the doctor to rule out strep or the plague.

After six weeks, though, it was getting a bit ridiculous. Following a rather violent coughing fit this morning, my wife wisely suggested that I "go to the fucking ER." I did. I have bronchitis and possibly am headed into pneumonia. They put me on three different meds, at least one of which is making my heart race.

Hopefully, they'll do their job before my chest explodes, and also before my show opens in two weeks.