Now I'm sick, too.
And Mike threw out his back this afternoon trying to lift Shandi up on the bed.
Do you know how hard it is to run a household, run a business, work part-time AND take care of three sick people and yourself? It's crazy enough to make me want to get drunk, except I'm too tired to lift my arm up to the alcohol cabinet and unscrew the lid from the vodka.
The pity party ceremonies are about to commence.
Because I was the last one to get sick, it meant it was my job to go get the prescriptions today. My "it's not fair" attitude almost made me cough on as many people as I could, just to try and get even with the universe, but I didn't.
Did I mention I have a staph infection in my nose? Do you have any idea how bad those hurt, even without touching it?
What sucks the most is that there's no one left to take care of me.
Except the dog.
But she's too concerned with licking her crotch to pay anyone else any attention.
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