Aaaaaaand I was right.
I mean, I guess it doesn't actually take a psychic to make that prediction. There is literally no one with whom I share more germs (and no one I'd rather share those germs with...aw). If that guy falls ill, you just know it will be me next. This is because I am exceptionally good at getting sick. It's not my sexiest quality by a long shot, but it is one of my most reliable.
My immune system is a joke. I imagine it as a club with an overly-lenient bouncer at the door who lets seriously anyone in regardless of how much they will harsh the vibe of the room (I obviously go to clubs all the time).
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| "Oh, you're a Rhinovirus? By all means, come on in. Swine Flu? Please, stay as long as you like." |
Given how often I get sick, you'd think that I'd be able to handle it with grace and dignity, but NOPE. I complain at least once every hour, and I spend the rest of my time channeling the sassiness, sulkiness, and obsessive eating habits of Michelle Tanner.
I become fairly ornery,
and blunt with those around me,
and just overall useless, really...
And instead of writing blog posts, I just post a bunch of GIFs.
How do you act when you feel sick?
