Conversations in Samyland

[samyazaz]

Backstory: We are both sick.

Samy: (muttering to self) God.
Mom: What?
Samy: I feel like crap.
Mom: (incredibly dismissively) I know. Me too.
Samy: ...
Mom: And my day isn't even over yet.

I AM SO GOD DAMN SICK OF PEOPLE WHO TREAT ILLNESS AND INJURY LIKE IT'S A FUCKING COMPETITION.