So I am on day three of being sick… I am hopped up on Benadryl , so I don’t actually know what I am writing now. In much the same way that you take a cell phone away from a drunk person for fear of them drunk dialing their Ex, the same can be said for a blogger that is just short of blotto on Antihistamines.
The good news is that I am not on NyQuil. For that would actually have me typing sentences in Klingon. ‘Rop vaj DaH, tlhIngan pejatlh.” Shout out to all my Klingons!
The bad news is that I am in the stage of helplessness. I can’t do anything, nor do i want to. My happiness comes from laying motionless on the couch and catching up on Game of Thrones on HBO and eating an endless amount of McDonald’s french fries because the salt feels so good on my sore throat. If you can add a gallon of Sprite or 7-Up, that would put me in a state of bliss.
I tried to get up… No, really I did. The fever and the headache seemed to come back almost instantaneously. But the headache could be from my wife screaming at me to, “Go lay back down! I don’t want you to be sick any longer than you have to be!” She’s a saint like that…
In fact, I shouldn’t even be typing this now… Her spies are everywhere. The cat is looking at me funny… I gotta go. If you need me, I’ll be on the couch, under a blanket…watching dragons.