So sweet my mouth was seared...

I start Rippers, a Victorian horror game set in 1892, tomorrow evening and I'm playing a low-class criminal mastermind, a one Mr. Benedict Screed. The best summation for him is a "Gutter Moriarty." I *may* give him a rough London accent, but we'll see. I can seem to get a few words out cleanly then it degenerates into an Irish brogue or Cockney accent. :-)

After all the coughing and hacking as my lungs clear, it hit me: I caught this ear/nose/sinus/throat infection JUST before it bloomed into pneumonia.

Why am I such a stupid straight dude when it comes to going to the Doctor? *slaps forehead*