I, Dandie Lyon, am dying of a mutant. No big deal.

I am currently dying from some mutant form of strep throat that is all "Hey dude, I'm going to live in your throat and make your entire life a living hell from now on and make you potentially need the hospital and then you'll be scared and on a metric fuck ton of antibiotics and boyfriend will be freaking out but there's nothing you can do because i'm a mutant form of strep throat that lives to make your life a living hell!"

Last night before bed my mutation decided it was going to make me cough...for an hour straight. It got to the point that I was curled in a ball on the kitchen floor crying while boyfriend was trying to figure out what was wrong without me being able to speak to him.

Boyfriend: Are you okay?
Me: *shakes head*
Boyfriend: Are you going to be okay?
Me: *shakes head and coughs like a dying person*
Boyfriend: Is your throat irritated?
Me: *nods while coughing*
Boyfriend: Do you want something warm or cold for it? Like a Popsicle or tea?
Me: *nods*
Boyfriend: Which one?
Me: *looks at him with sad eyes while still coughing*

Just dying, no big deal.

After about five more minutes of him desperately trying to figure out how to help and me staring at him unable to speak he finally helped me to bed and got me a Popsicle followed by saying "I want you to lay here half up until you stop coughing because laying down fully isn't helping your throat."

Later, my alarm for my pill went off and I took the two morning antibiotics, At noon it went off again for my second dose and my mutant version of strep throat was all "You don't need to take medicine right now. Just curl into a ball and go to sleep....you'll be fine." My brain kicked in and was all "Hey! No! You need these to  pills to live and if you die strep wins, is that what you want?!"

Apparently I did not take them and when I thought I did it was just a dream. Now I'm probably dying. Stay tuned!