I’ve now had the cold-from-heck, also known as the newsroom plague, for six days. With the bug firmly embedded in my throat, I drove to my doctor’s office.
“Do you have an appointment?” a slightly irritated receptionist says to me.
“No.“ I squeak while shaking my head and pointing at my throat.
Receptionist says, “Well, you should call first and ask when — “
Me: <shaking my head furiously now with a pretend phone in my hand> “Voice. NO. Phone TALK? Can’t!” Continue reading