As of today, I have been sick for 6 days.
I hardly get sick. And even if I did, I'm usually up and about in a day or two. But for some reason, this time around it's really bad. I've been in bed all day long both today and yesterday. Guess these old bones just aren't what they used to be.
It's a stark awakening that this year I turn 36. With the dwindling mortality rate, that makes me middle-aged. Yup. Next thing I know, I'll be buying a sports car or something. Except that at my age, I haven't made enough to buy a sports car. Now that, my friends, is a new mid-life crisis.
Goodnight folks, my cocktail of pills await.