I probably didn't die.

While I've managed to live through school, piling bills, and my horrendous illness, I still feel like a zombie (which, duh, I'm not because I totally didn't die, and therefore didn't re-animate into a zombie version of me.... Though "Slagathor" would be a pretty badass zombie name).

Meanwhile, despite my illness, the world kept spinning. That means life kept on keeping on, shit kept happening (regardless of my absence), and I woke up one day to find that friends/situations/life had subtly changed. How the hell does one deal with that? Why does MY world not stop and start at my feebly-yelled command?

Ugh. Bullshit.

Anyway, that's what's up. It's currently all about playing catch-up (not to be confused with the punchline of Uma Thurman's joke in Pulp Fiction).

I wish I had more to say, but cahtching up in life means that I've yet to experience all the fun/irksome things I usually bitch chat about here on the ol' blog. So take out your suck it and you suck it.

xoxo

I know how the aliens in War of the Worlds felt

I have spent the past week more sick than I've been in a while. As a kid, my dad would hear me whine about how I HAD to miss school because I felt like shit, and then he would tell me that I could absolutely stay home... if I was missing a limb or had a fever. Well, I never lost a limb, and I almost NEVER had a fever. I can't remember the last time I had an actual fever (aside from my hospital trips due to infected kidneys). However, my entire spring break was spent with a fever of around 102. Bullshit.

I still have all kinds of muck trying to suffocate me by taking up residence in my lungs, but I'm determined to kick its ass the way deathbed cries of, "Hoax!" kicked the ass of the Loch Ness Monster (that poor, prehistoric bastard).

You know what sucks the absolute most about being sick? The awareness that anyone you actually infect is then your responsibility (once you're better and they're sick... like that ancient Chinese code where you have to care for someone once you save their life... right? That does exist, yes?). Because you know that they will always make their illness seem worse than yours (despite the fact that it's the same fucking illness). And you know it'll ALWAYS last longer than your illness (even though you have an immune disorder, and had the same illness they do... because, you know, they probably didn't catch an entirely different disease than the one you had, um, from you).

I guess that I tend to lose that nurturing instinct for a good two to three weeks after getting over being sick.

Okay, I'm going to go rest. You should go rest, too. But, you know, not too much. Because if you're feeling under the weather, fuck you. Suck it up. Quit your bitching.

All this aggression is making my lungs hurt. Mega owies.

xoxo