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 t...