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ME = SICK

Stage one. Complete denial. No matter what the first symptom is or the season it is always "allergies"

Stage two. Admitting something MIGHT be wrong but "poo pooing" it away. So the sore throat has turned into a raging sneezing mess and I am surrounded by poofs of white tissues I will shrug and say "well maybe I am sick"

Stage Three. Speechless since at this point whatever I have has slithered around making me a coughing sneezey drippy feverish mess. At this point I will say "Ok I am sick" and expect to be handed an endless supply of soup and popsicles from the invisible servants hired to be at my beck and call.

Stage Four. I can not sit up without being dizzy. Showering is a non issue, it ain't happening. I am not just speechless but imagine I have lost the ability to form a sentence ... forever. Pathetically call into work and scare the bahjeebahs out of my boss by only emitting some sort of low growl along with a crackily sneezy explination as to my symptoms. he sprays the phone with Lysol as he listens.

At this point I do things like wear pajamas and crocs with my hair up in a peebles n bam bam 'do to let the dogs out in the backyard. Did I mention braless with the "ladies" swinging free. I will find a stray kleenex in the yard a week from now leftover from this day.