The Plague
Great googa mooga... as I sit here typing these words I am trying to conserve my strength. Coughs rack my body, shaking these frail thin (they used to be thin, indulge me a little) shoulders, and fever runs rampant. Yes, Lo Fat Mo is sick and the world must stand in mute attendance.
Obviously I haven't been sick since the 19th, but I had been busy. Last Wednesday night I started feeling a bit odd and the next morning I was cold. Soccer that night was probably a bad idea but I played anyway and by the evening I was feeling much worse. I still managed to make it to work the next morning, which was another bad idea. By the time I made it home I was feeling quite bad indeed, and since then. I'm just crawling out from under it now and trying to figure out what I missed.