It feels horrible lying in a hospital bed with drips pumping you chock full of chemicals. Some weird viral infection, they said… didn’t know what exactly it was, they said… needed me quarantined, they said.
If I touched anything, it needed to be isolated, they said. So for the sake of preserving my laptop, I couldn’t write.
Turned out to be a new, resilient strain of the influenza virus. My arms still feel like noodles but I can type. Cheers. I’ll meet the quota for the month at the very least. [14 more for Feralheart, 4 more for kama-sutra]