Not well. Under the weather. Sick. Had better days. Feelin' rough. Feelin' like shit. Not myself. Manifesting clinical signs of disease. However you want to say it, I feel cruddy. I am sick. I am: e) all of the above. And damn tired of it. Here, in the second week.
I run out of breath when I shower, and have to rest up after. I go to my knees coughing when I drag my dirty laundry behind me to the laundry room. I cough episodically all night long. I cough throughout the day. I cough until I get light headed and have to kneel or sit.
Bronchitis, pneumonia, sinusitis, herpes simples I outbreak on my upper lip. Not one or two. Or three. The big four; full house; royal flush. But that means I get to take all the good medication and have all the great side-effects as a result. Red, inflamed nose. Nausea. Loss of appetite. Blotchy face. Nice zit on the chin (kick me, why don't ya?). And, I am sure, eventually, a lovely yeast infection.
It's a great day to be me. It's a great day on the farm. Won't you be my neighbor?
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