So I’m sick.
But not just in the prurient way that you’re thinking right now.
I mean that I’m actually and physically ill. This is no small thing for me to admit. Seldom do I give up a fight that easily. And let me tell you, I fought this one pretty hard. I have felt this phlegmy specter lurking for a while now, yet I refused to concede!
Today however, I just deteriorated into a sick, sneez-y, coughing failure.
So I have given up. I have gotten some meds and had some soup and I see some tea in the near future.
The only reason that any of this is even remotely blog worthy is because I just realized that this is the first time I have been super bad awful sick since I have been single. And let me tell you, it is positively shocking to me that I don’t have anyone who I can force to pretend to care about how awful I feel right now.
I know that sounds all whiney and everything, but please believe that that isn’t the point of this. I’m just thinking out loud right now and I’m realizing that I don’t know if I have ever actually been single and sick all at the same time.
This totally blows!
How the hell do all you people go through life like this? It’s miserable.
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