- My dad always said that if something was worth doing it was worth doing right, I apparently took this to heart when it comes to getting sick.
- That being said, I have the patience to be sick for a grand total of 2-3 days, after which point I start going stir-crazy and decide that I’m not sick anymore . . . my body on the other hand never really seems to agree with this timeline.
- If I’m actually willing to go to the doctor, it’s because people have started to ask me if I’d like a slide show at my funeral.
- My voice drops even lower than normal, to the point that I should really start talking dirty and charging everyone that calls me $1.99 per minute.
- No matter what kind of cold medication I use I will eventually develop some sort of allergic reaction to it including, but not limited to: dizziness, double vision and seeing things.
- If that Dragon insists on hanging out in the kitchen, the least he could do is wash the dishes and make some coffee!
- I don’t crave soup, I crave pizza. So if anybody wants to bring over some pizza I would love you forever.
- I go from sleeping 5-6 hours a night to sleeping 10-12 hours per night. Which means I know that I’m finally getting better the first night that I go to bed and lay there WIDE AWAKE all night because I’m still good to go from the previous night.
- At some point I will swallow a cough drop whole and almost choke and die. It happens every time. It’s like I’m still four years old.
- No matter what I am actually sick with, if you ask me what’s wrong I will tell you that I have the plague.
So apologies for the radio silence this week. Hopefully we will be back to our regularly scheduled programming next week. Once I’m over the plague.