The plague is back

The very next morning after I completed my antibiotics for my revolting throat infection, my symptoms returned with a vengeance. I'm just as sick, if not worse, than before. I'm sure my paltry little amoxicillin prescription couldn't put up enough of a fight against whatever vicious, resistant, super-bug bacteria I picked up at the hospital.
Here I am, sick as a dog, going on two and a half weeks - and we have so many plans and guests for Mardi Gras. Great.
My big plan this year was to create a savory king cake to bring to a parade party, but I don't think anyone wants to eat anything I've touched unless I have a sudden recovery (But don't steal my idea. It's happening next year, promise). I was also going to make a bacon and brown sugar king cake for my bacon-loving hipster church friends. My church is full of hipsters. They all wear plaid, ride bikes, drink Pabst Blue Ribbon, grow beards, and like bacon in non-bacon-appropriate places. They'll be disappointed.

Heading upstairs with a mystery/crime novel. It's pretty good, although the language is atrocious. 

Tonight we were supposed to bike down St. Charles to the Nyx parade, but I just don't feel well enough. Instead I'm going to bed with a cup of tea and a good book.