I'm one sexy red-head!
Good morning! OK, I gotta ask…do you ever wonder just which Omnipotent Being you pissed off and just how you did it? Or even better yet, how much longer until the next mere mortal pushes their buttons and draws their attention away from you?
I know. This is SO not a PC way of looking at things. But sometimes? A gal’s just got to wonder. Like when she’s laying on her
So, you lay there in your non-PC moment of patheticness and wonder WHY the Powers-That-Be thought it would be super-awesome fun to point their Finger of Pestilence your way. After all, weren’t they already having enough fun with the whole “chronic illness” thing? Did they think they’d pushed you as far as you’d go with it so this last but of phlegm would break you and quiet your complaining?
PU-LEE-UHSE! I am a red-headed woman! My bitching and moaning in the face of personal discomfort knows NO bounds! (According to hubby, I was even complaining in my sleep. Oops.)
My joy was actually pretty immense on Sunday when my fever finally broke. (WHOOP! WHOOP!) Yep, I was sure I was gonna just have an itsy-bitsy cough with a runny-ish nose. I was going to LIVE! *cut-away to scene of Mad Scientist screaming, “It’s ALIVE!“*
(Here’s where the pointing and laughing from Other Realms comes in.) Then I arose yesterday to Acute Bronchitis and a distinct inability to breathe. ‘Cause that’s how I roll, baby. I’m the over achieving rebel. *bangs head on table* (Not out of frustration but more to loosen sinuses.)
|Turns out they were right|
when they said we'd one day
have our meals in pill form!
|Laugh if you want, |
but it works!