And now I’m really sick.

The kind of sick that isn’t even any fun, because you’re too sick to sit on the couch and read or watch Dr. Who reruns even.  Sick in bed, typing on the laptop with one hand sick, because it’s too cold to stick more than a finger outside of the blankets, and the cold makes every single joint feel like someone’s trying to jam an ice pick into it.  Head so congested I can’t hear or breathe properly, and light makes the headache worse.

That kind of sick.

Damn you.

Wake me when I’m better.

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