posted by soe 2:12 pm
After three days of having what I believed to be the flu, my throat developed white spots and I got a red rash on my chest. No doubt about it — strep.
Swallowing hurts. Talking is now done in a whisper. I don’t want to eat. I can’t sleep.
No wonder my boss sent me home from work today…
I look like those one of those crazed lunatics in their mug shots where you wonder how many substances they’re on. I feel not like death warmed over, but more like death warmed over, allowed to grow cold again, and then left on the floor in the hopes that the dog will eat it.
But there’s nothing wrong with my sense of humor!
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