Cheers Guys…a very under the weather Matt-Man coming to you here on the pages of the
IWS website today.
Of course…there was no need for me to tell you that this is the
IWS website; you already knew that. See?
I am not well at all, and perhaps a bit of delirium is beginning to set in along with my other maladies.
I have a wicked sore throat, I am certain that the pain resembles what chicks experienced when making porn flicks with Ron Jeremy.
I am hot and then cold…sweating, and then freezing…and sometimes, both at the same time. My body temperature is vacillating nearly as much as Mitt Romney’s stances on critical policy issues.
And My Body Itself? Oh Dear God My Body!!
From what’s left of my hair, down to my toes it all hurts. My body feels like it just spent thirty-six straight hours of having sex with Rosie O’Donnell, and she was on top the entire time.
I am broken, tired, and in pain, but alas, I shall try to carry on, but seriously? This shit is tagging my ass and wiping me out with the same speed and effectiveness of an Amish barn raising.
And if it doesn’t rain today, I will be unable to call off sick, because the Beer Mine owner also farms. It’s a no-win situation.
The only silver lining in all of this?
It’s nice to know that my BFF/OSP, Schmoop, is there when I need her, and I didn’t even have to ask.
She called to see if I needed anything while working Monday, and ended up bringing me more clothes and more flu/sore throat drugs.
I think she was more than happy to do that because when she asked me if I needed anything…Rather than my typical reply of,
“No, I’ll be fine.”, I said,
“Yes.”She gets worried when I actually admit to not feeling well, and in an odd way, I find that to be quite endearing, so, Thanks Schmooooop!!
That’s all I have; my ass is ready for another round of pills, a big glug glug of cold water, and more sleep.
Yours in Christ, and pass the Ny-Quil…Matt-Manmattmaniws@ymail.com@MattMan_IWS