fever, shakes, aching muscles, sweats, chills.
and i’m all by myself.
but that’s okay, just carry on with your healthy lives.
i’ll maje due. (oops, “make due”; i'm too weak to backspace and correvt it.)
i’m hallucinating as well.
mainly on account of there is a nude statue of margaret thatcher in the bathroom taking a shower.
but that’s okay if she's real.
excuse me for a moment.
"i'm not fetching you a linen towel, maggie! you’re a statue for chrissakes! just drip dry ya demanding old plaster biddy!"
sorry about that.
yeah, anyway, when men get sick, we pretty much just carry on without complaining or burdening those more fortunate healthy ones around us.
gotta get outta my death bed.
maggie is in the front yard posing like some sort of nude.
gotta coax her inside before i've got an international incident.
but i'm not complaining.
ah ah ah choo!