I Got Something Anyway
I got a flu shot. I wash my hands religiously. I aim my patented glare at people who cough on the bus (I don't care if they can't help it). I boil pens and paper after my ill coworkers touched them and avoided them completely if I could help it. And yet, I'm in bed sick. I've been blowing my nose for two days. My head aches. I sneeze.
I'm only on this blog right now to tell you how sorry I feel for myself.
If I die, remember me as the sweet, good-tempered, never-sarcastic dear person I never was.
God, I feel awful.