I'm not good at being sick, which I think I mentioned before. How can you write when every single hair on your head is crying out in pain? I almost passed out on top of M. when changing his diaper. Hence, his diaper tends to be pretty full this week. Need loads of Xanax to slow down the thoughts in my murky mind, which all whisper: swine flu. Bah-humbug. Just a little virus, which my good friend K. said a hot toddy would cure. Better, indeed, than M' hot teddy, which I've been clutching in fevered delirium.
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