skoosh

Yeah I now know what I've been fighting off for weeks. But it's full blown among me, and I feel like I am truly dieing. My pshychiatrist was two seconds away from commiting me. Huh? Yeah that's what I said. What? So just because I said, "I am so tired of being sick. I just can't take this anymore," does not mean I have a desire to kill myself. No way. No how. I should be just a tad upset, don't you think, considering I have been fighting this fucking virus from Hell for weeks now....... feeling shitier and shitier and shitier.
Not to mention I've missed so many days of work, anyone in their right mind would fire me. Plus, today is Wit's birthday (WISH HER A HAPPY BIRTHDAY!) and I'm going to miss the festivities. son of a bitch. At least I haven't thrown up this morning. And the doc gave me some cipro which will kill any bacteria in my body, so all it should be concentrating on killing is this virus. Who named the flu anyway? Where did it come from? I can't give it to my dog, can I? That would suck. Bring me some chicken soup. Pleeeeeeeeeease. And don't forget to wish Wit a happy birthday.