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I lost yesterday. Truthfully I didn't lose it, I know it was there, but that's about all I knew as I curled into a ball hacking and shivering. I haven't been this sick since I can remember, and omfg, of all the times to be sick this wasn't the best.

I'm still not doing well, shit still hurts, I can't breathe and coughing is somewhere between misery and purgatory but at least today I'm upright. I had presents to wrap and that had to get done.

Regardless, I'd like to thank my white bloodcells, all gazillion of them that rode to my rescue. As I lay in a sodden heap I had images of them charging forth on little white horses, doing battle with the orc-esque virus. In the end the good guys won, but the cleanup is still going on.

And now that the presents are done, I'm going back to bed.