Heh heh. It was either that or “My Sinus Project,” but it didn’t involve Fisher Stevens and a quart of bronzer, so no.
It was a sinus infection. With a dash of boring old bronchitis and a jigger of ear infection. Any body part the doctor looked in, he said “Ew.” And I was like, OMG Summer can I borrow your Sevens ple-e-ease? The funny part is I’ve apparently lost six pounds (of mucus, I assume) with this ailment, so now I am fashion phlegm.
But a steady regimen of Amoxycillin and ice cream sandwiches is slowly getting me back in the pink. Yay for urgent care!
I could get into details of how very yecky this sickness was/is. I was hoping for some good ol` pneumonia, `cause that’s kind of my thing. I`m always getting some pneumonia, and it makes me feel romantic and Moulin Rouge and I`m-yo-Huckleberrah. But sinus infection? Catherine wasn’t torn from Heathcliff by a sinus infection. That’s all I`m saying.
So suddenly I want to hear about your most disgusting health experience. What Alien-Resurrection-style goo-fest put you in touch with your mortality? It’s after Thanksgiving — I think we’re cleared to speak of the disgusting again.
