So, a rampant flu bug has blown through my family, hitting my dad, BooBerry, Bill, my brother, my sister-in-law and ... me. My brother and I are the last to recover. It was pretty nasty, and I have decided that Gatorade is the nastiest stuff on the planet. I've been upright three times today and in the bathroom more often than not. I am also QUITTING MY DOCTOR all Brokeback Mountain style. I'm on my deathbed for two days and and I finally call today only to learn she's out today and I should go to an immediate health care center.
WTF?
I can't leave the bedroom, let alone get in a car and drive 10 miles.
Stupid bitches.
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