Yoooo hoooo... over here!
Yes, I am alive. Were you worried about me? Hell, I was starting to get worried about me. Hee. I am feeling much better after 3 ½ days of mega-antibiotics coursing through my system, though. Thank God for modern medicine. Why, if I was some pioneer woman living out on the plains of Nebraska, I would have died of a snot overdose and choked on my own baseball-sized tonsils by now.
Oh, who am I ding. I’m such a high-maintenance wussie, I never would have made it past Boston Harbor. One broken nail and I would have fallen into a sobbing heap. Pathetic, I know.
Alright, I knew I wasn’t feeling well, but this is ridiculous. Ever since I saw the doctor yesterday and he told me how sick I am, I have felt worse than I have all damn week. Maybe I am just giving myself permission to now. Maybe it’s just a response to the antibiotics. All I know is that my head feels like a big, throbbing melon that has to sneeze and blow a cup of snot out its nose every five minutes. Every once in while it wobbles a bit and gets the sound of the ocean in its right ear.
Yes, I realize I am talking about my head like it has a life of its own, but right now I don’t want to claim that it’s mine. Big ol’ fucked up watermelon head.
I have to finish writing up a test for my World Masterpieces class on Monday. I think I’ll let Professor Watermelon Head work on it while I go take a much-needed nap.