Saturday morning... February...26th...2011.
Yes, I'd hoped to survive the combination of amoxicillan, stress and Wendy's chipotle chicken wings. Evidently, I did.
It only took 72 hours... many of them sleepless, or dream filled, and achy.
Who knows? Maybe these days away from the job will help with the stress - probably not.
Looking forward to news from the Internet... send some, please.