That's my temperature.
Because I'm sick.
Like, for real, sick.
I'm achy.
I have a headache.
My throat feels like someone scraped it with a rusty something.
I feel the need to be pitied.
And the best way to know I'm sick is that I am watching M*A*S*H re-runs with the blanket I bought in Mexico is wrapped around my shoulders.
Oh, I'm drinking Gatorade, too. (That's just for you, Mom.)
Prayers appreciated.
(Sniff.)
Oh, I'm so sorry you are sick Sweetie :( Just knowing you are using a blanket in Haiti is a big clue! I hope you are gargling with Listerine or something, and taking vitamin C too. Hoping you feel better very soon! Love, Mom
ReplyDeleteP.S. Thanks for the side note :)