As if the universe knew exactly which test to administer at a moment when I need it most and want it least, I’ve just been ferociously and furiously felled by a fever of 102.2 degrees and croaking a prayer that it’s not the dreaded flu. I’m typing this post out on my phone- a handy little trick about which I know the bare minimum, so bear with me as I alternate between chills and sweats. If you could see me now… anyway, cue Shirley MacLaine because I’m singing her song and seeing her visions and I’m way way fun to the casual observer when I’m sick, not so much to the devoted caretaker.
God this is painful.
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