Kill me now, please.
My nose is swollen and red, my face is puffy…hell, my brain is puffy. I am still sick. Like, really sick. I have had a fever for nearly 3 days now, I’m coughing and sneezing constantly, my nose runs like a leaky faucet, and I feel like the truck that ran over me put it in reverse and came back for more.
I’m trying to finish my damn proposal by Wednesday, but I can barely string together two coherent sentences. Not to mention that my drugs kept me up the better part of last night, so I’m drugged, sick, and sleep-deprived. I write so well like that.
I haven’t really been eating because 1) that would entail hauling my sick ass out of bed and 2) very few things sound good. I want either a baked potato or a sandwich from Jimmy John’s, but neither of those things are in my house now, so I’m eating graham crackers and listening to my stomach make weird noises instead.
Lol dont mean to laugh, your writing is great, If it’s this good when your sick.I’d really like to read someof it when your well. Hang in there.
Thanks for encouragement. I would suggest going back through my archives for a sample of my “healthy writing,” although sadly the last few months haven’t really been good for that.
I will do that thanks again