Catch My Disease

Being sick right now is more miserable than any day of studying this past year. I made it through a full day of work and meetings thanks to a bunch of pills. I probably shouldn't have gone in to work in the first place, but I would have been far more miserable sitting at home doing nothing. I should have known better than to expose everyone else to whatever I have, though. I'm a terrible person when I'm sick.

It first got bad yesterday. I started feeling a little sick last Thursday, and I don't think playing redneck golf in the rain and Mario Kart Wii until 3 am on Sunday morning helped much (great fun, though, Steve, thanks!). During the day on Sunday, I helped my brother install drywall in our dining room ceiling, and I put together an old bunkbed so that my brother and I have somewhere to sleep when we're both at home. The bed still has a bunch of "I've been Krogering" and dinosaur stickers from my youth stuck on it. Anyway, that physical labor pretty much killed me, and I felt like poo when I went to sleep last night. I wish I could diagnose myself. I still get the cold and flu confused. All I know is that the Cocksackie viruses are transmitted via the fecal-oral route primarily in the summertime, and norovirus causes explosive diarrhea. Too bad I have neither.

My dad just called me to see if I'm still sick. I love how my parents still tell me to put on a jacket when it's cold out as if it's some amazing revelation. And by love, I mean hate. It's like I'm trying my hardest to catch a cold. Man, if only people would wear jackets more frequently, no one would ever get sick. Jackets would put doctors out of business.

I think I have yellow fever.