Dear immune system:
In February, less than 1 week after I started my new job? You landed me with the flu. I looked and felt like death. But I never get the flu, and I figured I'd take a few weeks and get back on track. Two weeks after we recovered from the flu ... we ended up with a cold and an awful bronchitis-sounding cough. No sooner do I cease the coughing and sniffling when:
1) I'd love to get some lovin from the husband at some point. I'm a hacking, sneezing, sniffling hot piece of ass. Who wouldn't want to jump in between the sheets with that? I'm not counting or anything, but it's been .. awhile. I think that means we're "officially" married now.
2) Husband works close to 80 hours per week. I work 2 jobs and technically? I work 7 days a week. I don't actually have a "day off". As such? Since I don't exactly see husband ... I like to make the most of our time together. And you know something? Stuffing what appears to be the contents of an entire tissue box into my pockets so that we can go on a walk and I can get out of the house? That's a pain. And it's gross stuffing my used tissues into the front pocket of my sweatshirt. Husband won't hold my hand because I'm an incubus of viral plague.
3) I'm running a race in June. And I've been trying to train for said race since FEBRUARY. But something about uncontrollable coughing, nasal drip and just ... geeze, everything? Makes it impossible. However: I'm still hungry as hell and I've put on some weight in the last 10 weeks and uh ... my pants don't fit my ass anymore. AWESOME. I'm beginning to feel a little bit like a Hobbit ... aka: Short. And fat.
I'm just suggesting, immune system: that we pretend we're back in College, and getting sick is just not convenient. At all.