When I picked up brian from PDX last week, so that he could spend a couple days at the big Stonehenge planning summit, he was sniffling and generally complaining about being run down.
Dammit, I have that now. Curse you, brian!
Didn't even feel well enough last night to go out and celebrate my birthday. *sniffle* (everybody on cue: Awwww! Poor John!)
Let me make a hearty recommendation for Comtrex (Non-Drowsy Deep Chest Cold): within an hour of taking the two of the gel-filled capsules-o-wonder, I was dried out. No sniffling, and very little coughing.
Pretty impressive, considering that I was up more than half the night just KNOWING that I was gonna have to go to the ER to have my guts stuffed back in after coughing them out.
John
