Getting laid low with a fever since New Year's Eve wasn't exactly how I envisioned ushering in the new year. Looks like Papa Nurgle has a cruel sense of humour indeed. So at an age where a mid-life crisis supposedly brings you fast cars and boy toys, I get .... Chicken Pox! Needless to say, all my painting projects will be on hold while I wallow in misery and self pity. It also sucks that chicken pox at my age isn't a bed of roses to put it mildly. Achhh ... the fever medicine is wearing off ...
I hope you feel better. Remember, Grandfather Nurgle's sacred number is seven...
ReplyDeleteThanks. Hopefully that means he will leave me alone after day seven ...
DeleteA good recovery,stay well warm !
ReplyDeleteGreetings .
The fever is certainly keeping me warm ;)
DeleteMaybe it's not chicken pox at all, maybe you are turning into a zombie. Yes, it could easily be zombie pox...get some rest, drink plenty of fluids and BRAAAAIIIINNSSSSS....
ReplyDelete;)
Is it true ... am I going to be a zombie? Woo hoo ... immortality ... errr I think.
DeleteGet well soon dude. Air kelapa muda helps :)
ReplyDeleteThanks bro. Yah ... many virgin coconuts have died to supply me the nectar needed to prolong my life. :)
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