So a couple of days ago I got that itch in my throat. The itch that means impending doom. I was getting a cold. I had a wonderful weekend planned with my girlfriend and it all went to shit because I had a head cold. We didn’t go out and party, we didn’t go have lunch with friends, we sat on the couch drinking tea and watching Netflix shows while playing on our own phones. Don’t get me wrong, I was so grateful to get to spend any time with her at all but I hate being sick. I felt guilty every time I came within breathing room because she can’t afford to get sick.
I am angry at myself for getting sick and yet we all know it can’t be avoided. After all, who wants to cuddle with a sick person?
I've Always Been Sam 