Usually my sick is "oh I am slightly sneezy" or "oh I have a bad tummy". Things I can suck it up and live through. Or, honestly, a lot of the time my sick is in my own head. Mentally sick.
But I am legitimately sick this time. Like, flu sick? I hurt everywhere. And my neck is all swollen and achy. And my head. And my sooooul. I went to the grocery store this morning and bought huge bottles of Advil and NyQuil, and candy. The lady at the check out said, "Got the flu?" Maybe.
Going to the store was exhausting. I never want to get out of bed again.
You know who's a selfish asshole? Bentley. He's feeling all better, enough to bite me yesterday, and now that I'm sick he refuses to help a bit. Won't even make me tea. All he'll do is cuddle.
Okay, that's all I got. My steady awesome average of five posts a day is going by the wayside. Oh well.
I just had some drugs. So this is me.