So, this is kind of how we've been feeling for the past week or so. Just horrible.
Corb, as it turns out, was officially diagnosed with viral pneumonia yesterday. He says it feel like he has razor blades stabbing him in the back every time he breathes. Going to sleep next to him last night was not the most fun thing in the world, but I have purchased plenty of chicken soup and liquids for him so that he can get better, fast.
I'm not that bad, but I don't feel top of my game. Still, I am grateful that I don't have viral pneumonia. Yet?
No, no, no...I will NOT have it...no, no, no...
In other news, during this time we have also clearly been watching lots of Walking Dead. Which is not the most uplifting show to watch when one is not feeling well, may I add.
I like it and feel compelled to watch it in three or four hour blocks, and even obsess on the thought of a zombie infestation during my waking hours, but I have to admit, I do have a few problems with a zombie apocalypse. I mean, it's really not that practical, is it? The point being, zombies are still made of flesh, and all that flesh is eventually going to rot away after a while, right? So, if a small pocket of humans can somehow manage to find a safe haven for, say, twenty or thirty years, then the zombie problem will pretty much take care of itself, right? Maybe a little longer, but it does seem that there would have to be some sort of expiration date.
Anyway, these are my deep thoughts for the day. Going back to **cough cough** being sick now. Be careful out there!