Diseased

I expected that I would get sick on vacation. I mean, I always fucking do. No big deal. I can handle it. I get sick when I get back? Sure, okay, blame the airplane. But strep fucking throat? Do I look like I'm 12? What the fuck, people? The doctor kept asking me if I worked with children. Fuck no, lady, I just have the world's worst luck. And someone up there doesn't like it when I take vacation.

I am officially sick of being sick. I demand to be healthy. Right now. At least I've got pretty flowers to keep me company. Dammit.