So this is me, today. On Saturday, I was fine. By Sunday morning, some bubonic plague had taken over my body. I attempted work, and after 5 hours, decided…eh…no. Came home. Everything I have consumed since then, I have added red pepper flakes to. I just woke up from a 2 hour nap. I’m now drinking chicken broth with…more red pepper flakes. I’m trying to sweat this out. I have no idea if this is the right course of action to take, but I’m sweating like a wildebeest anyway, so I figure I might as well go with it.
In about an hour or 2, I will take an Ambien, so as to ensure myself the decent night’s sleep that I did not get last night. Until that glorious moment of slumber arrives, I will watch DVRed episodes of Sam The Cooking Guy and Pop Up Video.
I’m such a baby when I’m sick. Usually, I just power through and I deal with it, but maybe once or twice a year, I get some form of the plague that is so strong that it just knocks me over for a day or 2. And I’m so, so miserable in the meantime.
I don’t have time for this crap. I have things to do, people to see…