sick

I'm not dead, thank you all for asking.
I was almost dead, but I think I'm getting better.
I feel vampiracle right now.
If I eat your baby I would be right as rain, but there are laws in place against that so I guess I'll just suffer through the last leg of this flu the old fashioned way.

I think I'm getting an ear infection. Seriously, to top it all off. I feel like someone strapped fish tanks to the sides of my head. I'd call the doctor but I don't want to go on antibiotics because I don't want to screw with my birth control or get a yeast infection. I always love how the first thing I'm worried about when I get sick is my pants.

Oh, I'd totally get rid of this strep throat but I just shelled out my pinky finger in exchange for a pack of pills and I don't want to waste the whole pack so let's just see what happens.
This festering puncture wound might be infected. But I don't want a bad case of the itchsnatch. I'll pour some rubbing alcohol over it.

Jake ran a fever of 104 all day yesterday. Dave had a meningitis scare last week. We are all in deep.

I really tried to keep whining about this plague off my blog since it is all over everyone else's and I can't think of anything to say that hasn't already been said or felt by the rest of you, but I just can't help telling you all how sick we are. I miss my friends. I miss food. I miss myself. I miss my family. I miss time off of the couch. I miss brain functions. I miss fitless sleep.

They are calling for highs around 70 this weekend, but they are calling for snow next weekend. I need to stop looking at the ten day forecast. It's bringing me down.