Sick Like A Sick Thing

So I am sick. And when I get sick, I get horribly whiny.

I blame it on never getting enough love when I was sick as a child. My mother is a nurse, so when I had the flu she was always 'yeah and? It's the flu. Come back when you have legionnaires.' The time I had mono, she was pretty sure I was just lying to get out of school, so she threatened to ship me off to military school or to live with my father (both would have been terrible beyond reason, let's be honest). But blood tests confirmed I had mono and an ultrasound confirmed that my spleen was enlarged and ready to pop. But I didn't die that time, which on one hand is awesome and on the other hand if I had died then I wouldn't be sick and whiny now so...

Yesterday I actually managed to pull myself from bed and go to visit epiphanyx7 who made me noddles and a blanket fort and let me watch Battlestar Galatica on her couch. Then she read me stories and I wandered home. I love her very very much. I will call her Faithful #2 and when the revolution comes, she will not be eaten. As for the rest of you... We shall see.

Today though, I have fully nested in my bed and I am not getting up. Unless I need to pee, but I think that's a given.

If it wasn't a fever dream, Katie came in here, woke me up and took my bank card. If that is the case, she is called Enemy of the New State #2 and when the revolution comes, she'll be met with a fate worse than being eaten. If it was a dream, then she is forgiven. For now.

GUYS. I think what I'm trying to say is that I'm sick and cold meds make my brain a melty goo mess and then I say strange things and I have a fort.