Slowly but surely I’m on the mend.  All that’s left are some very tender, very painful sores in my mouth.  The pain has been nearly unbearable for the last couple of days, but today, it’s eased off just a little.  I haven’t eaten more than a few bites of solid food in a week, and I’m so hungry I can barely stand myself.  I keep fantasizing about eating a big greasy pizza, even though it’s not good for me.  I have imagined eating the whole thing by myself several times already.  I really, really, really, really need some food in my body.

I get the boys on Wednesday, so I’m hopeful that this will be gone by then.  I’m certain that I’m well beyond the contagious stage, but I want to be able to enjoy my time with them.  I’m going this afternoon to get their Christmas gifts, and before you judge me for waiting until the last minute, please read the previous paragraph and keep in mind that I’ve been fighting this crap for nine days.  The idea of fighting the post-Christmas crowd isn’t very appealing, but maybe I can at least get a few good deals.

That’s all for now.  Wherever you are, please eat a bite of something for me.