Hit by another bout of sickness, I feel as miserable as hell. Flu, cough and sore throat. I couldn’t sleep at night and when I did, I would wake up few times in the middle of the night wondering where the heck am I. The fever is getting to my head.
More than once last week I’ve been thinking, if I’m dead in the house, how long would anyone notice I’ve been missing? They would have to break my front door and pry opens my front grill just to get to my moldy, rotten, maggot-infested few days dead body. Shit. That thought scares the shit out of me.
Dear dead fish, I feel ya. I really do.