I have somehow contracted the plague. Okay, that may sound a little overdramatic. Next I will have you thinking that I'm licking leprousy patients and tickling the chicken pox kids. I actually managed to catch mom's bronchial disease she's been sporting upstairs for the last few weeks. And boy does it rock.
Not so much.
It feels like an invisible hand is constantly choking the middle of my throat while simultaneously pulsing. Compound the flaming heat down my neck with sinus pressure across the face and you have my issues. This little mess, along with my fractured voice, has been toying with me for almost a week. With the biggest flare being over the last few days.
Two people didn't recognize me on the phone today. First, my girl Faith who called on the phone in the wee hours. Um friend? Is this really you? And 7 hours later my dear sweet husband. Honey? You sound like crap! Well thanks babe! That's EXACTLY what I was going for!
Aren't ya'll glad I could drag myself to the puter and blog about it! In all fairness I needed to distract myself while my hubby monopolized my entertainment aka the only tv in the living room, so he could do his crazy stupid Insanity workout. There's a reason they call it that.
Ooh and lest I forget. Best part of this disease?
Honey what's 6 times 28?
I don't know. More than 28? I'm blogging here. Check your own damn heart rate.
Sorry, that's my sick attitude talking. It's [coughgag] 168
Anyhoo, the best part is the coughgagpee reflex. Everytime I feel like I need to cough the choking sensation gets tighter, and I driveheave gagcough with a little pee. It's freaking awesome. Come a little closer and I will share it with you.