Being sick sucks.
Especially when you live by yourself and there's no one to put the trash out or to run out and by a dump truck's amount of cough drops. Or to change the sheets when you sweat so much that they're drenched. Or to go buy new sheets for that matter because you only have one set. No one but you.
Whatever this sickness happens to be, it was probably a long time coming. I'd been feeling kind of...vaguely sick for a few weeks. A cough here, a runny nose there. But camping last weekend with the weird night heating adventures was probably the last nail in the coffin.
Though I have to admit that I am slightly worried. I've never been this leveled by a hell spawn before. I'm usually down for a day, maybe two, and I'm back to being ok. But this one is persistent. I'm going on the third day now. I have a nose that has managed to run like a faucet and be stuffed up to the point of not breathing at the same time, my head feels like a blimp, a mild fever (it was much worse yesterday), dizzyness, a disgusting cough, chills (which turns into being on fire at night), and I also cannot hear out of my left ear (a new and rather worrying symptom).
Now imagine all of that nastiness, shuffling into Target to get cough drops, and you've got yourself a human zombie. A human zombie that sweat a whole bunch. As you can imagine, everyone I encountered reacted promptly like so:
The moral of the story is dont get sick kids. Don't get sick. Also DO NOT check WebMD. Because according to WebMD, I am dying of cancer.
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