Being Sick Sucks
Argghh, I feel like a warmed up pile of dog shit today. I got some sort of funk. I have no clue what it is, all I know is that my throat is sore, I can't breath and I'm super light headed. So basically the only thing that is different from the rest of my days is the breathing part.
I mean I live in sunny South Florida for god's sake. It's just about 70 some degrees out side. How the fuck are people supposed to get sick in that kind of weather? Sure I know about germs, but my ingestion of alcohol on a semi daily basis is supposed to kill those gems. And now that I think of it, last Saturday I had a fuck ton of Vodka Tonics ("light on the tonic"). That should have killed all the germs I would have come in contact with for the next week or so.
The worst part about being sick is being sick and single. You ain't got nobody to make you some soup. Get you some cold medicine or disinfect the house while you lie sick and dying. All you have is yourself, sick, going to the store, coughing on people. Getting everyone else sick because you don't want to disinfect shit. And let me tell you, going to the store felling like death is a fucking blast. People starring at you, because you're leaning against the isles, looking for some fucking chicken soup and cold medicine. Ugghh.
Well, I'm almost done with my first bottle of Nyquil, followed by some Tylenol PM, and washed it all down with some Zicam. Now that the hallucinogens are kicking in, I'm gonna watch some movies. I got that Alien box set I haven't started watching yet, that should put me to sleep with a smile on my face.
Ohh, here's a pretty funny link to a site. Just think "WHO LET THE DOGS OUT!!! WOOF WOOF!!!
Pray that I make it through the night,