Weekend Recap from Sicky McSickerton

I'd like to say I take pride in my strong Korean genes,

in that I rarely ever get sick.

I'm strong. Like Bull.

In fact, the last time I felt this poopy was back in September.

But lo and behold, 7 months later, here I am dying.

I'm writing this from my bed as we speak type;

Literally laying on towels because my body is sweating as if I've just ran 18 miles.

Speaking of running, The Dizz and I were supposed to run 14 yesterday,

and it's actually getting quite imperative to stick with these runs,

because our marathon is in just 40 days!

But I just couldn't.

My head is pounding enough as it is.

I couldn't imagine the amount of pounding it would take to run 14 miles.

So for the most part,

I've been cooped up in the house with my own personal caretaker.

Thankfully The Dizz is the best nurse doctor in all the lands.

Bringing me OJ, water, and vitamin C.

Getting me both a burrito from Rubios and french fries from McDonald's 

just because I couldn't decide.

Making me tea before bed to help my throat,

then scratching my back until I feel asleep.

{Did I mention I can be a bit of a weeny when I actually do get sick?}

Thank you Boo. You da best.

Next time you're sick, I've got your back.

Oh, and also, any time I was feeling down over the weekend,

I just pulled out this picture of Fasha.

It's a gem.

An honest to goodness gem.

Please note the luscious hair and the ninja-like arm stance to really pronounce the muscles.

...

XOXO