Stupid Co-Worker Who Got me Sick

And Evan too.

And no, it's not Stinky. Stinky never gets sick. Like maybe she gets sick one time every two years.

I digress.

The other lady, let's call her, funky-asthma lady. Well, she's weird anyway. So last Thursday I'm at work and it's about 3pm and I am thinking about how my weekend will be so fun and what not. I walk into our crevice of a breakroom and get some water or something and funky-asthma lady is back there hacking up her left lung. She looks at me dead on and says, "I feel terrible today, I mean terrible." She repeats this several times.

She gets sick a lot too so I kind of just wanted to ignore her, but she was obviously sick in that way you know just by looking at someone or hearing them talk.

Now I have that same disease. And today my co-worker, the wonderful beautiful Liz told my boss that I was sick. I told him that funky-asthma lady got me sick. He said, "Really? I confronted her with that last week because her patients were complaining that she was sick. She said she was fine."

FINE MY ASS.

My chest and throat area are burning like I accidentally swallowed cyanide. My head is pounding and I am literally oozing snot and sweat from my pores and orifices. (Orifices, by the way is probably not a real word)

Lethargic. Achey. Swollen lymph-nodes throughout my chest and body. Oh yeah, and feverish.

It's a very yucky day for me. I just want to crawl back under the covers and sleep for a year until I feel better. But of course I am at work trying to infect everyone I know. I will probably leave early though.