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Could I be…getting sick again??

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I wasn’t sure if I was feeling a little warm in the head this evening. I was a little tired, but I had gone to bed late, woke up early and gone for a jog earlier, so a little fatigue was to be expected. but then… the tickle.. I felt a god damn tickle in my throat, the likes of which.. would.. indicate i was falling ill… again. I was just frigging sick most of August. Its barely October and this is actually happening??

“Are you fkking kidding me?” I mentally shouted. “This is NOT at all fkking acceptable. You better knock this shit off RIGHT NOW or I swear to god I’m gonna exercise and work the ever loving crap out of you tomorrow. Seriously. I’m not fkking around. STOP. you are embarrassing us”. But the tickle didn’t go away. F%CK. I start to hyperventilate a little. How am I gonna keep this a secret?? The internet can’t know about this. Wheeler can’t know about this. oh god, oh god. Say this isn’t happening, say this is NOT fkking happening right now…

Do I take an Advil? a Benadryl? a Nyquil? a quail quill on a window sill in a windmill on a hill with Jack & Jill ? — DAMMIT Richard, this is no time for irreverent though clever alliteration. You can NOT be getting sick this close to previously being sick. you can NOT NOT NOT.

But my eyes are misting slightly. I’m coughing to relieve the tickle in what feels to be my nasal passage. oh God… this is happening… 🙁 nooooo.

And then it happened…

I coughed extra hard and dislodged a quarter of a square of Cinnamon Toast Crunch that had found itself in the wrong pipe during my post-dinner inhaling of a salad bowl portion of the General Mills breakfast cereal.

I now feel fine. thank Christ.

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My sick-record is acceptable…but still…

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Since 2000 i get a mild cold once a year and a heavier sickness every 2 years on average.

In both February and December 08 I contracted fevers on visits through Missouri and fled to my parents house in Texas to recoup.

March 09 I had a cold and now August 09 another fever with flu-ish symptoms… still a defensible record of up-time vs down-time, but still – Chris Wheeler must never know of this…

That filthy little germ-wad claims he “never gets sick” (totally false btw. I’ve witnessed him coughing, weezing and moping around with fatigued grumpy sniffles on many occasions) and that I “always get sick” (false as exhibited by well kept record of health). He amplifies bug I catch into being evidence of my frailty so he can continue to sludge around his gutter lifestyle and be free of judgment. He’s one of these douchebags that uses the exception to the rule as evidence that the rule is a myth – most commonly represented in people with authority issues denouncing seat belts because they heard some person somewhere (they never quite know the details) died in a car accident because they were wearing a seat belt. That’s actually not even an analogy to illustrate a parallel belief vs tactic paradigm – Wheeler is a seat belt truther just as much as he is a believer that living cleanly makes you weak and forces you to get sick more.

If healthy people contract a virus once a year then healthy diet and exercise is revealed to be a meaningless fraudulent waste of a lifestyle according to Chris Wheeler.

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Wheeler would just tell this kid “see? that’s what you get for eating all that healthy shit and washin ur damn hands all the time. jezus christ.”

Of course it doesn’t help that he somehow happens to find and read random science based articles that appear to support or at least evidence some possibility of these things so he can use them as incontrovertible proof for his crackpot theories. Like the 9/11 conspiracy morons who think the most eye-witnessed event in history actually played out differently than what everyone saw before their eyes and will use one person who was in a field at low visibility and still in shock of the event tells a news outlet that they saw “what looked like a missile” – all of a sudden its case closed. See? one guy in a field saw a tubed object flying at a high rate of speed at an angle where the wings and windows weren’t entirely evident – ergo, 9/11 was an inside jeaarb.

Wheeler does the same thing. They’re basically the same person, except the 9/11 conspiro usually went to collage.

I must cure these ailments immediately and Chris Wheeler must never known these events ever occurred or i’ll have helped add another notch into his smug “people don’t believe me but i’m right about everything” delusional views of health and cleanliness.

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Chronicles of sickness

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I was staying at Jimmy’s house in St Louis and sleeping in his 3 year old daughters room since she was at her grandparents for the weekend. Well, she came back Sunday night instead of Monday so my ass was moved to the couch, where I was able to receive night number 2 of zero to 4 hours of sleep. This is just what the virus wanted. and it rubbed its little virussey palms together in satisfaction.

Monday: So I wake up and feel tired, droopy and have a cottonhead. Cottonhead isn’t a medical term even in slang, so don’t bother googling – I’m just saying my head felt like Cotton. You know – thick, fluffy, airy, the fabric of our lives. That kinda thing. So now what the eff am I supposed to do? I had previously considered staying in Missouri till the weekend when Wheeler would be back, but I couldn’t battle an oncoming fever virus with no juice,fruits,soups&meds on a couch for a whole week. I’d die. So I had to leave that day. But where? To home in California? eff that. My mom IMed me asking when I was leaving and I mentioned I was getting sick and that maybe I should stop by her place before going home. She said “yes. ok. come here” and booked me on the 2 o’clock flight to Texas. Go mom.

Afternoon: The whole plane ride I was fighting back the urge to vomit. I got the sickness bag ready in the seat pocket in front of me but never had to use it. Made the entire ride very uncomfortable though since I had to constantly concentrate on the back of my throat and be like “noo… no… ah!… noo..” the same way I do when I put a treat in front of my dog and make him sit and look at it till I say “okay” and he looks back and forth between me and the treat while leaning forward ever so slightly.
My dog was puke in that metaphor in case that was hard to follow btw.

Night: I made it to Texas, got my bag, and finally relaxed my defenses and let the virus take over. Despite picking up steaks at Costco on the way home, per my dads request, I passed them up when they were grilled and pretty much just collapsed and fell into the trippy whirlwind of feverland. It was like my head was a gas stove that had been on low for 2 days and when I was at last in surroundings where I could sleep, eat and be taken care of comfortably, my body said “FINALLY!” and turned the flame on to high. I think I even heard the “Pffffoo” blast too. Which sucks because that’s really great imagery, but gas grills are becoming scarce so I’m dating this post and in 8 years or so no one is gonna understand wtf I was talking about.

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