I’m finished with the antibiotics. I’ve taken my last pull from the Advair inhaler. I don’t need the cough syrup with codeine or the rescue inhaler. I think that it might be safe to say that I’m over the bronchitis. *knocks on wood*

The last few days have had my stomach reacting oddly to things that it used to be fine with. As always, though, with sickness came strange eating habits. I’m pretty sure that my stomach will equalize, and stop flipping all the time. Lucky for me, it was still more than fine with the Golden Harvest. Was less happy with Lee Buffet and Los Tres Amigos. Some agreement between my taste buds and my stomach would be nice. So far today, McAlister’s Deli has remained satisfactory to both.

Of course, this isn’t helping any, I’m sure. It certainly kept me up last night.

So, now I’m nodding off at my desk, trying desperately to stay awake and to do what I can to help out. Oh, and the company holiday party is today. I wonder if they throw blackmail-grade parties or not. I’m guessing that they won’t be throwing ranch dressing all over the walls of the English Inn. Of course, I only know one company owner that throws ranch dressing around. Heh.

I have some paperwork that needs to be started that may need a lawyer. I’d prefer someone local. Any suggestions?