violently

I think I have strep

I hate being sick. I hate having to lay around and not do anything and not being able to go to the gym, and feeling dizzy and weak and feverish. I don't know how in the hell I got this as Nick didn't have any of these symptoms at all. I think the fucker had an allergy attack. Lucky bastard. Even the insides of my ears hurt.

I wish the doctor's office was open right now. Or that he made house calls. Or that I could just type in my symptoms online somewhere and the pharmacy would fill a prescription for me and I could cut out the whole doctors visit and just go straight to the pharmacy and then get back to bed in less than an hour.

I really really wish Nick could come take care of me, but he can't take time off from his job to come down here, and then he'd probably catch whatever the hell I have too.

Ok so my now three wishes are 1) no doctor visit, 2) Nick could come take care of me, and 3) that I had a helper monkey or a bf that lived really close and had the immune system of a...um...I have no idea. But a really good immune system.

Man I would beat up a nun for a backrub and some chloraseptic right now. Back into bed I go.