I don’t do sick very well.
Give me an exotic disease or something randomly weird and I will rock that motherfucker, but a cold or flu and I am as pathetic as I look.
Dry and flaky lips.
Dry and flaky nostrils.
Sore throat and achy joints and *cough cough cough* hold me?
I can’t remember the last time I was sick like this, looking and sounding like a motherfucking Walker from The Walking Dead that we are currently crushing on and watching numerous episodes a night.
Waking myself with my ragged breathing thinking one of the fuckers has broken in.
I went to work today and
infected my workmates tried valiantly to soldier on.
I am pretty sure that the entire office let out a sigh of relief when I announced I was throwing in the towel, heading home to hide under a blanket watching Don’t Be Tardy for The Wedding until it was time to pick up Boo.
Speaking of that adorable little butthead, he just texted his father to let him know I was sick and that he should pick up some Maccas for dinner to make me feel better.
I am sure there was no ulterior motive there. Much.
So I will lay here and pray to all of the deities that I get better asap, cause I don’t have any sick leave and I can’t afford another day off without pay. And hope like fuck that Boo doesn’t get this because of the whole no pay thing if I have to stay home to look after his sick arse, and he has school camp FOR TWO WHOLE NIGHTS OMG OMG OMG next week and as much as I adore the kid and would do anything for him, mummy and daddy need a couple of days off.
Bow chicka bow bow.
*cough splutter zombie moan*
Got any miracle cures that don’t involve alcohol?