Go away snot. And mucus. And phlegm. And crud. And achiness in my face. And fever. And utter and complete lack of desire to so much as move a finger or a toe from the sunken spot on the couch molded to the shape of my body.
I will best you, all-consuming infection. Well, I and my a-mazing antibiotics. But let’s not get technical.
The Frozen Southerner 