it all started with a doughnut. i inhaled the doughnut. it made my throat kind of raw and scratchy. i thought that was the end. then on thursday i started coughing and started feeling feverish. i stayed at work and came in the next day and oh man did i pay and pay and pay for that. friday night i couldn’t sleep due to coughing fits so violent i was sure i was going to throw up and on saturday i had a fever and chills and sweats all day. sunday was a little better, less body aches a little less coughing. except of course when i tried to go to sleep, this is when the coughing would immediately start again. or worse, it would lie in wait until i fell asleep and then it would attack, chasing me to the bathroom to cough up what? some rewarding mucus? something to make it worth while? no, some barely thicker-than-spit fluid. sunday was also when eric, who had been so sweet and awesome taking care of me while i was barely coherent on saturday, started to get sick and get a fever. monday eric was having chills and sweats and fever and i felt worse again. today, 5 days from the first symptoms and something like 6 different kinds of drugs later, i feel about the same, although eric’s fever has gone away. the bright spot? thought you’d never ask:
ladies and gentlemen, the octo dog frankfurter converter. maybe i’ll get this for my mom.
octodog = scariest hot dog presentation ever.
kara sick = bad bad stuff…feel better soon!!!
i actually thought of you too (the octodog) because of how you were always eating hot dogs last year. ok so the last part of that sentence was probably understood. i’m lame.