Wednesday afternoon at work I felt something coming on. Couldn’t tell if it was a cold or what, then yesterday I woke up with a temperature of 100.2. This morning it’s 102.3. So it must be some strain of flu. I figure It’s my fault for going to New York to see the Monkees. I’m always punished for having a good time.
And now my right hip suddenly feels like it’s been hit with a baseball bat. Somebody please put me out of my misery. Suggestions include hanging, like the Bing Crosby song in my last post, or you can set the cats on me.
That’s why you call it “funishment!” But it was worth it, wasn’t it?