Remember that time I went to a birthday party on Saturday night and felt great? Yeah. Those are distant memories my friend.

I talked for a long time to my friend Adam, who I should have realized I should keep a safe distance from when he opened the conversation (read in an adorable South African accent) “I’ve been ill for the past week!”

You know why?

CAUSE I GOT HIS PLAGUE.

Sunday I felt like crap. Monday I went into work late. And I felt like crap. Tuesday I had to call in sick. Because I felt like crap. Today I went into work, but still felt – you guessed it – like crap. After work I went and took the census exam (and scored 100%!!) but couldn’t help but feel … off. Then I had dinner and a stroll with my good friend Pia and realized I HAD TO GET HOME.

I couldn’t stand upright I felt so dizzy. And that’s where we are now. I can’t stop coughing. My chest is on fire. And I can’t walk more than two feet without feeling like I’m going to fall over.

Basically. This:

Me. In bed. Immobile. Now with more freckles!!

UGH.

Thanks, Ad*. Let’s not hang out for a while.

*I still love you even though you make my life garbage.

Regularly scheduled blogging and photo posting to resume later this week. Promise.