
I used this picture to describe how I feel. (Editors note: The cat's name is Brownie and he is alive and well.)
I'm too poor to go to the doctor and Bama is still fighting the good fight so I hope it doesn't get too bad. Last time I was sick I was in bed for two weeks straight and fuck that.
I found some things out because of this though. At the moment I'm house sitting for my ex girlfriends parents and I called em to ask if they had a thermometer so I could take my temp. I'm still on the phone as I find it and I proceed to take my temp, I put it under my tongue like the school nurse used to do. I kind of mumble on the phone and Dan, the Dad, starts laughing hysterically and I'm like what's up? I guess they make thermometers that are supposed to be used under the armpit, wtf? I ran it under some hot water first but still lol. At least it wasn't the anal kind I suppose.
Also, they need to make nose plug things out of shamwow material.