Colds, for instance. Hubby claims he didn't share it with me intentionally, yet, he did. This is the one that starts with a sore throat, then a dry cough when I try to talk, then laryngitis, and then the deep chest cough that feels like ribs are breaking. Hubby came down with it the Friday evening of our garage sale, and I got it the following Friday. I entered Stage 4, the deep chest cough, this morning. Hubby is still coughing too, but his seems to be getting a little better.
The worst part is the brain fog and being so tired I just want to go to bed. So I think I will. See you later.