I figure that by now you’ve become so sick of hearing me bitch and moan about being ill, that you’re considering hunting me down and putting me out of my misery.
Okay, you might have considered it before, but this time you’re serious.
So I’m not going to say a word about it today.
I promise not to mention the delirious fever.
Nothing will be said regarding the sweat covered sleepless nights.
Not a peep about this snot-ridden slide into sweet oblivion.
Hey, I’m pretty good at this suffering in silence thing!
Maybe I should start a How To Be a Martyr blog….
Shoes – Greyhound
Jeans – Diesel
Shirt – Premonition
