I hate getting sick. It’s just a pain in the neck.
Been sick as a dog all day. Spent half an hour vomiting everything up, which was more than a little unpleasant.
The last time we babysat the Wee Baby Donovan, the poor thing was sick. And full of snot. So much snot.
Y’know what’s not full of snot? My book!
The Wife has picked up whatever it was that I’ve had, just as I’m starting to get better. That’s the problem with marriage sometimes: you just pass illnesses back and forth.
Wife still sick. I am going to have to quarantine her, I think.
How many comics can I milk out of my wife’s illness? Several, apparently.
Also, this finally catches me back up to where I should be. Huzzah!
She’s still sick. She’s entered the nesting phase.
The wife is feeling sick. She is an individual with needs, especially when sick.
Everyone in the house appears to have caught the same death plague at he same time. We are all dying and should likely be quarantined.