I’m Sick Again

I’m sick again.  I got over the flu virus, though it took me about a week and a half.  Now this stupid interloper Bacterial Infection has moved in, squatting in my lungs and sinuses.

I finally went into the clinic to see my Nurse Practitioner today.  She’s got me on antibiotics for the next 10 days and home from work for at least the next two.  I’m exhausted and depressed.  I don’t have the energy to write, I can read for a little bit but then my head starts to hurt.  It’s an ugly time, to be sure.

I’ll get back here to entertain and shock you as soon as I can, I promise.  In the meantime, I’d love to hear from you, maybe y’all can cheer me up.  Tell me about something funny that happened or send me a picture of something awesome or beautiful or sexy.  Mostly I just wanted to say ‘Hi’ and reassure you I haven’t fallen off the planet.  Though I’m near the edge, hanging on by my fingernails.  If you want to send something my email is kyle at butchtastic dot net.

See you all soon.

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2 Responses to I’m Sick Again

  1. Roxy Jones says:

    Feel better soon, love. <3

    thank you, baby 🙂 <3 you

  2. Amber says:

    Something funny (hopefully):
    I burst into the bathroom that had been temporarily commandeered as a dressing room for the burlesque show a couple weekends ago. There were two women in there, washing their hands. I apologized and moved back (it wasn’t a stalled bathroom, just a large room with a toilet and a lock that I don’t think really worked), but the women said it was okay, they were just washing up. They could see that I needed to change for the next act. One woman exited pretty quickly, but the other lingered at the sink. Eventually, she said, “I…I don’t think this is hand soap.” I turned from dabbing a mascara wand at my lashes, looked away from the mirror and over to where the woman was standing. I saw her pointing. I followed her finger. She was pointing at something I instantly recognized. And nope, it wasn’t hand soap. In fact, if anything were an opposite of hand soap, I think this would be it. It was a big bottle of pastey glue. And this woman didn’t have a chance in hell of rinsing it off her hands any time soon. I told her what it was, apologized, and showed her the soap dispenser attached to the wall. It was hiding under a feather boa.

    HAHHAAHAHAAHAHAHAH… omg.. that poor woman.. omg.. how funny.. and yeah, now I’m laughing and coughing, so you got me good. THANK YOU! K

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