Getting Sick

So a couple of days ago I noticed that I was getting sick. 'Goddammit!' I thought to myself, 'I cant afford to get sick again.' it all started with a sore back. Not the whole back mind you. Just about where your heart is suppose to be and in the back, one sore spot about the size of my fist.

I had spent the weekend in a Mine Craft binge. 'Jesus Christ!' When I go on a gaming binge, I go all out. 12-16 hours? No problem. Sitting in my computer chair with horrible gaming posture, ya I was fucked from the get go. I started with a hole in a hill, and when I quit I had a vicious mine, A perfect farming technique, an awesome home with plenty of storage and room to grow. When I finally went to bed I was tired. I stayed up on Sierra Mist, cheese quesadillas and the pure drive to have some fun.

I woke the next day with a back so sore that it all most hurt too much to breathe deep. I am not a fan of this! I dealt with it with 2 Ibuprofen. It was still there the next day so I dealt with it now with 4 ibuprofen. I was going to knock this son of a bitch out. I got to work and my friend told me “Its from sitting at your computer like this.” He slumped his body like a hunchback at a computer. My thought of someone entering troll-mode. “You need to stretch.” he said. But of-course! He was right goddammit. I got home and stretched that fucker right out. It felt instantly better after that. I sat down at my computer and I started to feel something in my back. I thought 'Not this time you son of a bitch' and wrenched my self in-to better posture.

The next day I woke with a slight sore throat. 'I must have slept with my mouth wide the fuck open again. I should take some Zycam just in case... Fuck-it, I don't need no Zycam!' I went along with my day. I noticed that it did not go away so I took yet again more ibuprofen. 'fuck you sore throat!' I thought. The next day I woke with a worse sore thought and a voice that was working the lower register. 'If only my voice could stay deep like this, I wouldn't sound like a little fucking nerd.'

I went to work and my voice got worse and worse. 'Jesus! If I lost my voice entirely! What a joy that would be. My mind is expressed with my hands and my heart with my voice. I am too fucking lazy to type all the time so if someone asked me something they would have to submit it through email. I would get to it at my leisure. I would not learn sign language. Fuck that. I could just imagine walking up to some one signing my intentions and them thinking 'What the fuck is this guys problem? His hands! He has lost control of his fucking hands, a donkey raping an owl... WTF!' I would get shot. I would just carry business cards that said “I am mute”.

I got home and I realized I should have taken the fucking Zycam. 'Dammit! Well it's too late now and there is no use in bitching about it.' I went to my den and crashed on my couch so I would not infect my family. 'Fat chance!' I woke up the next morning and felt like shit. I was hacking up shit that should be clear to a healthy person. 'Well Asshole your officially sick! You should call in to work and tell them you ain't coming in.' “What the fuck man” I tried to say. What came out was something like “ hhhhhhhht the fuuuuuu aaaaaaaaa” My voice was mostly gone. 'There better be fuckin coffee' I thought. I went to the kitchen and sure enough there was 6 cups of freshly brewed Colombian Supremo. I poured my self a cup, sat down and thought.

'Well I'm sick again, time to start the routine of vicious hand washing and purging the lungs of crap.' Luckily I could feel that this would be a relatively easy one to pass, but I still was not a fan. 'Son of a bitch.' I thought, 'here we go!' I took another sip of my coffee and looked forward...