So, I think I’m a walking petri dish for strep/tonsillitis/random throat infections. I seem to be able to manage/function with a seemingly constant level of ick in my throat because, well… I’ve spent nearly a year carrying around the infection in the back of my throat.
Right after The Giant and I made out the first time, he got sick. Super sick. Went to the doctor and had to pay out of pocket for a strep test. I felt TERRIBLE. I mean, my strep test came back negative but maybe it’s because I’ve got super human, mutant tonsils that can bury the strep deep down in the recesses of my throat.
So, that was however many weeks ago and I’m fine, albeit still coughing, still tight-throated and uncomfortable and he is… still doing terrible. He went back to the doctor today and forked over even MORE money to try to get better. He’s allergic to all the standard antibiotics, so of course, he has to pony up for the non-generic, non-free antibiotics. But at least he got some pain killers today!
I NEVER GOT PRESCRIBED PAIN KILLERS! No fair!
So, if you’ve got any ju-ju, send it his way. He needs it. It’s a pretty hilarious image to think of a 6’4” Giant feeling all puny.
And to you, dear Giant, I’m so sorry! If you didn’t live in East Bumble Fuck, I’d bring you soup. I mean, it’d be shitty canned soup because I don’t know how to cook for shit, but I’d still bring you soup!
Close your eyes and picture soup. Yummy virtual soup!
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remind me to not lock lips with you if we ever meet. ;-) EWWW!
I know, right?
I asked him tonight, “Do I fucking taste like strep?”
And he said, “That bad taste?”
And then I fucking panicked. He’s a dick, lol. So, I can say with very little authority whatsoever that I don’t taste like strep. I think. AUGH.