What’s up, kids? Hope you all had a fantastic 4th of July—whether you’re an American or not. I am, and although I wouldn’t go so far as to say I had a “fantastic” 4th, I’ll at least say that it was…well, it was rather harsh, actually.
That cold that I was hoping was allergies turned out to be not only a cold, but a super cold that pretty much knocked me on my butt. I spent most of the day in a daze, and spent most of the night trying to stay functional while leaking all kinds of fluids from my head. It was ridiculous, really.
I know you’re probably thinking something along the lines of, Gee whiz, Ray! You’re so darned tough, what could possible lay you out?
Kids, baby. Kids. My three-year-old nephew, although a great little guy, was deemed “germ-monkey” for the remainder of my vacation—a title he was none too happy with.
It started out innocently enough—a little game of war with both Sam (age 3) and Ethan (age 7). Light sabers, blasters, machine guns, and shotguns—what could go wrong?
I didn’t know they were going to resort to germ warfare. Within twelve hours, my nose is running continuously and my eyes are itchy. I wake up the next morning, I can barely breathe, my eyes are watering constantly and I feel like a bucket of crap.
I’m back home now, and I’m better I guess, but not too much better. Also, the cold medicine is kicking in pretty hard core right about now, so I’m out.
Night, Li’l Homies.