i coud have scurvy

maybe it's not scurvy.
i still think i am dying.

i blame my youngest child.

and September.

this ALWAYS happens in September.

my skin is crawling.

my head is pounding.

i can't stop shivering. and sweating.

ew.

my nose is red & raw.

i had plans mr. illness.

you screwed me out of a sunny summer day yesterday,

a night out last night,

a glorious 1/2 day on fantastic unit @ work,

and an afternoon party.

i miss the boys.

sniff.