My mother doesn’t like the term “creeping crud” and wishes I wouldn’t use it. I do believe, however, that it’s the correct medical terminology.
It’s my mother’s birthday, by the way, and may she have a very happy day today. She wouldn’t want me to tell you that she’s eighty-eight today, and has she EVER had an eventful life.
But, back to the creeping crud. Lots of people I know have had it, and it’s made it’s way around to me.
My wife said I looked terrible. That hurt my feelings a little, so I took a selfie to prove her wrong. (Oh, and I’m growing the beard back, by executive order, although I’ll grant you it doesn’t help the look much at this stage.)
So, what do you think, internet-land? I’ll grant you I might look a little rough around the edges, but I personally think I’m still radiating vitality and chutzpah.
(General consensus thus far sadly seems to be siding with my wife. Just goes to show you what people know.)
Okay, so, let’s shift to boldface here for the official question:
Henry, how do you deal with the creeping crud?
Um, try not to get it in the first place? The fever and congestion aren’t much fun, and I’ve gotten even further behind on projects.
Hope you feel better soon, and thanks for being with us on the blog. Hope all’s well out there, friends, and God bless.