Bieber-Fever

Wife: "Baby, baby, baby, oooooooh, baby.
I'm sorry that you're sick, babe."

Me: "It's ok, because now I've got Justin Bieber to keep me company."

That song gets stuck in my head. All day. But it's ok, because I pretty much have the best wife in the whole world.

Free Fall

I was this guy today. It's obviously crappily photoshopped, but it's all I had patience for. Yesterday morning I was fine. I was determined to clean the house and I did. And my wife and I went shopping and spent way more money than we should have (but on stuff that we really need... most of it.) Anyways, on the drive to Idaho Falls, I started feeling something in my throat, and the free fall began. Over the course of the next few hours I could feel my body shutting down, system by system.

My throat was getting worse and I could start feeling something going on in my right nostril (my wife laughed at my level of specificity while describing my symptoms, but I maintain that nothing had been going on in the left nostril (which is, sadly, no longer the case, as is evidenced by the tissue I have shoved inside of it))

I made a pre-emptive (ok not really "pre-emptive" as the cold was already in mid-onslaught) decision to stay in bed and do nothing but rest (except for a brief and terrifying stint in a jet-tub) but, alas, my body has already succumbed.

I was surrounded by sick people for weeks and was healthy as an ox until now, when they're all better and I'm just starting. Irritation. And the fact that I went to bed at 9 last night was counterbalanced by the fact that I was awake at 3 this morning.

Anyways, I doubt this post is all that coherent as I'm high on the rage of life.