12 October 2011

99.4 degrees

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.


1 comment:

  1. 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

    P.S. Thanks for the side note :)