I am, once again, taking care of myself through a viral infestation. I caught it from Dad last Thursday, he had himself 911'd to the hospital for "chest pains" from bronchitis so I had to go pick him up and tote him home. He spent the 20 minute ride in my car coughing and talking, so here I am.
I should add, for the sake of clarity, that he is stressing me into having stroke symptoms with all of his bullshit. I have been to the doctor and I am not having strokes, I am going numb and tingly on the right side of my body when I have to take him somewhere and run his errands. So on top of being in a virus filled car I was at an extreme stress level, such that I went to the VA after dropping him off to get checked out. These started on April 2 when he called to tell me that he wasn't going to buy the minivan.
I didn't plan on being sick and by the time I realized how serious it was I barely made it through the urgent care visit and getting my Tamiflu so buying supplies was totally out of the question. I am now finishing day 2 at home, probably going to have a day 3, and I don't have enough Sprite to get through. I can't call on Dad because he felt called upon to contact me today and let me know that he's still sick. His response to my telling him that I, too, was sick? "You are younger than me and recover faster than I do."
As I was looking through my scant food supply I thought about Amazon and their Pantry feature, they have put a lot of money into advertising so I wandered over to see what was available. If I order from them, I won't get any Sprite until April 30. I will either be dead or cured by then.
So tomorrow I will have to drag my diseased body into the shower and get it dressed so that I can go to the Dollar General and get some more Sprite. Who knows how many people I will infect on that journey. All because Amazon Pantry let me down.