It started as just a tickle in my throat this morning, but all day long, it just got worse. I could not stop coughing, and it felt like there was this annoying feather fluttering around in my chest.
The last forty-five minutes of my work day was plagued by sudden stomach pains and gurgling. Not good.
The Girl Who Will Soon Be A Doctor prescribed soup and rest. As my symptoms have now worsened, I have sent her a request for virtual tummy rubs. I am a tremendous baby when I’m sick, and no one has ever taken better care of me than The Girl Who Gives The World’s Best Tummy Rubs. Hopefully, those will arrive in an email soon.
I am already in my Magic Robe, which always makes me feel better. I can feel her loving hugs keeping my aching body warm. I’m getting ready to make some soup and I think I’m going to need to drink a lot of water. I’m burning up as I ramble on here…
Reader’s Digest taught me that laughter is the best medicine, but I am a little too delirious right now to write anything funny.
Perhaps you guys can amuse me with witty comments at the end of the post? That could help with the healing process. At the very least, it will make for something humorous on this blog this evening.
Does anyone have a cure for the Winter Death Flu, which is what I have self-diagnosed myself as having? Who needs Web MD when you’ve got an imagination like mine?
I’ll take any suggestions. I’ll just be here on the couch, watching TV, and trying not to couch up a lung. I’m really not in the mood to clean up something like that.
Sorry that I can’t deliver my normal uproariously funny Wednesday Night post, but I’m infected! I’m pretty sure this has something to do with that headless Snowman out on my front lawn. I knew it was a harbinger of horrible things to come…
Hope you are all feeling better than I, Modern Philosophers!