When I get sick, I am pretty sure it is the most disgusting thing ever. I don’t get a little sniffle. I get a full blown phlegm attack. I go through boxes and boxes of tissue and I want to do nothing but lay. And G gets mad because I have the tendency to make a pile of tissues next to me wherever I am. What? I am sick – I don’t want to get up and throw them away every 5 minutes….
My mom has a crazy paranoia about antibiotics, and how going on them once a year or so will destroy my immune system and make me immune and that I need to power through. Can I get an actual doctor’s opinion on this? Since doctors are the ones that give me the meds….
Because the faster I can get rid of the phlegm attack and get back to normal, the sooner I can go out, take Bella for walks, do errands, go to work, go to the gym, etc. You know, normal life.
So even though i am beginning to feel better, I figured my coworkers didn’t want to listen to me cough and blow my nose every few minutes. Especially the girl I sit next to, who happens to be pregnant.
I am gross.
And even though I AM NOT FAKING IT, every time I am sick, I think of Ferris: