I am, of course, referring to myself. I have a nice, healthy (sic) case of Bronchitis. Yay.
Dr gave me some hefty antibiotics and I am still contagious. Following previous great timing adventures by
Paul=yum he called tonight to ask if I wanted to come over and see his now-finished place and hang out and whatnot. Said, love to, but I'm sick. Sorry! He's seriously an odd cat. And I don't mean meow.
So, while watching Startrek enterprise and then Mirrormask, took some sick pictures. I do mean that literally:
I have a hard time knowing when I'm actually sick and when I'm just fighting something and will be fine by day's end. I know it sounds wierd, but my dr understood, but one of the only ways I know I'm truly ill (101 degrees today) is that I find myself crying without knowing. Not bawling, but my eyes just constantly tear up and it's like I'm crying. It's the only way I know I actually have a fever and need to see a dr. The last time I was like that was in 1999 when I was bed-ridden for days without the ability to even get up on my own. I was on set trying to work, burning up fever, and my eyes were just streaming. It looked like I was just crying constantly. I got sent home, duh. My eyes are red from all the crying all day. I just absently wipe my eyes and then it will hit me what I've been doing. Yeah, I'm not very good at taking care of myself...