I am on day 8 of “the sickness.”
The funk. The bug. *cough cough* The creeping crud.
I thought it was going bye bye. Two times, I thought it was on it’s way out the door. But it came back for me. I am irresistible that way.
I would scream, but it hurts too much. I am sure it will leave soon. If not, I will visit Dr. FeelGood.
I just don’t like to go if I can get better on my own with no rx.
**excuse me, I just coughed up a lung**
Tuesday I spent so much time in bed, I was getting concerned about bed sores.
I have cleaned out the TIVO. I have used up mucho boxes of tissues. I am sleeping as much as humanly possible.
It is boring after a while, all this laying around. No energy to do anything. I did not even feel like typing.
I paid Ozzie to type this for me. That dog will do anything for a cookie. Plus he gets to use his degree he acquired at boxer stenography school.
I caught myself watching back to back episodes of Keeping Up with The Kardashians. Kill me now. It doesn’t get much worse than that, does it?
I hope to feel better soon and get back to real life again.
Art by: Erin Smith