Sickness and the Blue Man

I am sick. It kind of sucks. I find it quite ironic that the words "sick" and "suck" only differ by one small letter. That's very fitting in my opinion.

Yesterday I spent most of the day sleeping, drifting in and out of consciousness due to a steady stream of Nyquil. Justin tells me that I was only awake for about 7 hours out of the day. Such is the life of an invalid, I suppose.

There are a few perks about being sick though. For one thing, Justin was the best nurse I could ever ask for. When I woke up from my first coma, I found the kitchen stocked with my favorite sickness treats: orange gatorade, chicken noodle soup, cough drops, and even fruit mentos! He even offered to sleep on the couch so I could stretch out on our bed.

Secondly, I watched some pretty interesting shows during the few hours I was awake. For example, Oprah Winfrey interviewed a man who had blue skin! At first I thought he must have had some strange medical condition. But it turns out that he turned his skin blue on accident by putting colloidal silver on his face and limbs. He had a bad case of dermititis (sp?) and decided to fix the ailment himself by turning to a home remedy.

I know what you're thinking, ladies, and I'm sorry to say that the Blue Man is engaged! So you'll have to find another blue-tinged bachelor elsewhere...