I'm sick.
I woke up Wednesday morning with a runny nose and sneezed a few times. Most might think this is no big deal but here's the thing. I? Don't get sick.
Seriously. It's very rare for me to even get one cold a year.
The runny nose and sneezing got progressively worse yesterday. By the end of the day, I was flushed and sweaty. Today my head is filled with grotesque matter, of which I will spare you the details.
Oh. And I am covered in hives.
Ever since I started taking the happy pills, my sleep has gone to sh*t. And not sleeping well means my immune system defenses are down and have failed to keep me from catching the germs that most likely run amuck at MyGym, despite their claim that everything goes into a slime bucket and is thoroughly disinfected.
The thing that bothers me most about being sick is worrying that Mungee will catch it since we're in pretty close contact on the daily. I like to think that I am tough, that I can will myself to get better. But Mungee? Well, she doesn't even know how to blow her nose yet, so if she gets a cold we're all going to be miserable.
Address provided upon request for chicken soup offerings.
