Today it feels like a raging case of the flu, but I only took one hydrocodone, last night, because the pain was really that bad. No alcohol, I just took a really hard kind of strange nap. I'm back on Motrin today, and have passed tomorrow's drive with my son to Love Field in Dallas over to my son's father, who isn't at this time taking an antibiotic famous for making people dizzy.

The first one who seems to have known something was wrong was my dog Poppy, who famously charges up to people and gives them a snort in the crotch. On Tuesday she caught me, and really pushed hard, like there was something unusual to detect. It takes humans a lot longer to notice that infection smell. (Too bad this dog is a catahoula, not a Labrador retriever, or I could say I had some lab work done early. . . )