So the good news is I don’t have African Sleeping sickness or dengue fever.

The bad news is I likely have mono.

Again.

For the fourth time.

They’ll call me later today with the test results.

So I’m home in the basement, alternating Tylenol and ibuprofin, and waiting for Michael to bring me soup and tea.

The decision will be made later today as to whether Grandmom will go stay with my parents or not.

Looks like there’s more reading and napping in my immediate future. And lots of liquids with which to wash down all the NSAIDs.