when your kid is sick

I take my health for granted which is why when I get sick, you want to avoid me like the *plague. (*Quits day job to go write for Big Bang Theory.)

I’m suddenly the introspective ancestor of the most depressed Bronte sister, all long lopes out of rooms with tears prickling the corners of my eyes, non-blinking gazes out windows, and martyr-like dramatic declarations. “I’ll be FINE. It’s FINE. It’s just a FULL BODY INFECTION really.”

Nobody likes me. Everybody hates me. I think I’ll go eat more germs.

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