Nothing says good morning like a cup of Black Death

After a week of suffering, I finally pulled myself together yesterday for a trek to ye olde walk in clinic to find out what ails me.

Good news is, though my symptoms led me to believe otherwise, the doctor confirmed that I have not, in fact, contracted one of the following infirmities:

• a cold
• the flu
• pnemonia
• the bubonic plague
  

However, I do have bronchitis. Which is just a smidge better than the plague. And by far the best nine-day ab workout anyone could ask for.

~ please excuse g. mango while she scrapes her lung off the floor