03.02.09 - 6:54 pm

julie was a hot mess these last eight days. sweaty. coughing. chills. a trainwreck of a woman.

she didnt work the entire duration of her illness. she laid smothered in blankets, saturated in despair.

i tended to her needs. i gathered water. told her to cover her mouth. wrapped myself around her to keep her warm. provided soup and medicines. all the while gloating about my own natural resistance to such a debilitating illness. i would sleep on cough soaked pillows. cover myself in the same sweaty sheets. all the while confident id be just fine.

impenetrable.

well, on the eighth day nasal congestion waged a covert assault on my own body. i laughed it off as a pitiful attempt. on day nine nasal congestion had dug its ditches and been unrelenting in its bombardment of coughing fits and aching leg joints. on day ten the coughs remain, the congestion hold strong but the aches and general feeling of misery has subsided.

i dont have the immune system i used to. ive grown soft in my old age.

penetrable.