Slightly dramatic title, but honestly how I feel right now.

I guess I'm looking for a lil sympathy and a place to vent, sorry guys.

I wanted to make a post to let people know I'm still alive and to why I've been silent on communication.

It has been a rough rough month so far, and upsetting too.

On March 4th on my way home from work a large chevy truck hauling an earth mover decided to squish a chevy malibu between the two of us. I was surprised at how tough my lil ford is.

Then Marth 6th I was gonna meet with a friend of mine who is suffering liver failure. I was going to purchase a large supply of trading cards from him to help fund his treatment options. He missed it due to a bronchial infection.

The weekend was short, warm and pleasant. I even discovered a new artist I loved. I was looking at a short work week before a big birthday celebration with mah mans!
( I'm kidding but I do really love my baked potato  spyketyranno )

Tuesday I met my buddy's wife and purchased those trading cards, and an hour later, I had this rough tickle in my throat. Tuesday night at work was hell.

But if that was bad, Wednesday was worse. I had debilitating chills, where I couldn't get warm and cowered under my electric blanket. I called off work, and was promptly informed by HR that I was risking termination of my job for abuse of sick days, I have used six in my rolling year. The fever was at it's worst making it feel like my eyes would melt when I closed them. And in the fever dreams I kept fixating on the number 20,000 for some reason. And even odder: nipples drawn by  saberkenji because his was some of the last work I saw.

Thursday was a repeat of Wednesday with the added bonus of sweating through my pajamas, bedding, and my entire mattress to the point my sweat was dripping from the mattress springs to the floor underneath the bed! ANd I checked, it wasn't urine.

I lucked out on Friday and my doctor gave me a telehealth appointment to address work that I was really sick. I've spent the day camped on my couch with anime. Friday I was suppossed to get off work, go get my haircut for my man, get groceries and his favs, and cash my paycheck.

Today I should be getting the house ready and awaiting my smoopie, I mean buddy. Instead I'm just sitting around miserable. We were gonna go to the Columbus toy show tomorrow and then the Casino for dinner.

I'm sorry, this post is just a bitch fest, but with how I feel I just wanted to complain. And with my voice feeling like hamburger it had to be in text. I've hardly had the energy to shower.

My room mate even told me he found me eating an uncooked bag of ramen like a candy bar when I was feverish Thursday.