Guess who's sick now? Go on! Guess!
If you guessed me, you'd be correct!
Why I don't just dance through the spray Caitlin leaves behind as she sneezes and just get it over with, I'll never know. No! Instead, I spend days being just fine and going about life as normal and each time I think: "Hah! I'm not getting sick!"
Then, just after Eric has given in to the Germ Parade and is in recovery mode, that's when my body gives out. Apparently, it really wants to share in the fun that can only be experienced by being just as sick as everyone else. I'm empathetic! Really! I'd prefer to just watch the illness happen, rather than participate. Is that so wrong?!
The "best" part about being feverish and sick? The fact that since I'm nursing it means I never have a chance to be on my own and wallow in my illness. Everyone else gets to go to their room and sleep it off, but I'm still on duty. The Milk Bar is open 24/7 around here, no matter how horrible I feel.
And lemme tell ya: I feel horrible.
If this is somewhat what it's like to have arthritis, I'd like to put in a request to skip that part of aging, thanks! What sort of evolutionary purpose does it serve, anyway, to wander around feeling like you've been beaten with sticks across every joint you have while ill?
And if I have a fever, why am I in turn both freezing cold and burningly hot? Hmm? Why?
Well, as they say, the Family that is Sick Together, Sticks Together.
They say that, don't they? Well, they should.
*cough, cough, hack!*
Updated to add: turns out that I'm running a temperature closing in on 105 degrees. I guess I'll be going to the doctor tomorrow, assuming I don't spontaneously comb--