conversation between me and my dr. (btw super smart, 60something israeli dude who walks his boxer every morning near my house and that dog fucking listens to him unlike my mutinous, cujo loving trio)
me: i haven’t been able to get out of bed for a week. my bronchitis won’t go away, if i manage to drag my ass to bootcamp at 8:00, i come home and sleep til 3:00 and I can’t get any work done. am i dying?
doctor: i told you not to do that fucking cleanse.