So I thought the flu was pretty annoying. Woke up one blissfully sunny Sunday with a runny nose and a sore throat. For the next week or so the taps just kept running with more fluid than anyone could be comfortable with. To add insult to injury, an entire box of flu medication proved to be utterly useless, but eventually it ended. Then the high fever struck. Only from evening to night though, so that wasn't too bad. But I just wasn't prepared for the spots 3 days later. I freaked out and went to the doctor and he said the worst two words in the world: Chicken Pox.

I almost couldn't believe it. Neither could anyone else actually. I mean... everyone's gotten it as a child. Everyone. Except me obviously.

So yeah... this has been a hellish week. I haven't left the house since Thursday (and even then I only went to the doctor). And it's just been so aggravating and itchy and painful so I buried myself below my sheets and tried to sleep, but ended up in a state of denial that I was still conscious while muttering prayer after prayer along the lines of please just kill me now.

And ugh!!! I can't wait for this to be over.
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