Cough...Cough...Fizz...Fizz

Not exactly an Alka-Seltzer moment but it did take some drugs to put me to bed last night. I went to dinner with a bud down here in Columbus and with one single cough I knew it was not a good sign. We went over to the other side of the BBQ place where a little band was playing and left around early to stop and pick up some Vicks laced with 10% alcohol to knock me out.

Fortunately we did not have an aircraft to train on today and I woke up at 7:30 to call in to confirm the day. With a reserve day at the hotel, I was able to roll back over. Woke up at 10:30 missing breakfast but the then hours of sleep probably did me some good.

Around noon I got a call and the guy asked if I was Doug and that he had my computer. For a second that threw me so I asked who he was. He was the FedEx man on our porch at home in MI. No one answered the door when he knocked so he called the number he was given. He was nice enough to wait while I called the house with my work Blackberry. So there I was sitting in my hotel room with a pair of Blackberry's pressed against my head. I am sure the Surgeon General has some kind of warning against that. The home phone was busy so I called the business line and got threw to my wife. I told her to go answer the door. As she was going to the door the door bell rang. She must have thought I was psychic or something. We hung up and I called back later.

A little bit of blabbering but hey, I am a sick man.

Doug