I've also made the mistake of asking my good buddy Google about the illness, something you're never, ever supposed to do for ailments of any kind. Although Google is not normally one of those friends prone to drama, response to medical issues tends to be grotesque enough to toss even the healthiest person into a panic attack and/or OCD tailspin.
I'd ask someone to pass me some anti-anxiety meds or a drink, but I'm afraid it might relax me enough to miss a germ or microbe here or there. Instead, I'll just amp up coating everything in essential oils, keep the washing machine running, and post a few pictures. Either that or burn down the entire house and start over, one or the other.
Happy week everyone!
|Obviously not at all worried about living in a disease-ridden home|