IÂ may just have to WebMD myself… and I hate to do that.Â I really do.Â That site is guaranteed to turn even the toughest I-refuse-to-go-to-the-doctor-because-I-bike-all-day-and-drink-protein-shakes-every-meal manly man into a raving hypochondriac.
I can diagnose myself with the most atrocious diseases based on symptoms like the ones my entire family is having today:
-keep thinking the cell phone is ringing on vibrate but it’s actually not ringing at all (okay, that one’s just me)
-slightly feverish, ranging up to 102 degrees
-keep asking “why” after anyone makes any statement
-resistent to standing, walking or moving
-suspicious of broccoli
-unable to walk up a flight of stairs without using the hand rail and grunting
-thumbs are suddenly shorter than other fingers
Without having checked in with the “MD”, I think we are most likely all a little pregnant or suffering from some kind of brain cloud.
Oh, and if you want something less morbidly depressing than this post of sickness and stunted digits, please check out my brother’s hilarious post today about country music.Â He’s a new blogger.Â He’s not a mutha.Â He does occasionally make me giggle out loud.