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I was actually worried the first few days.

I had gone to a party the week before and about 30 people got sick and half of them ended up at the hospital or their doctor.

I figured since they weren’t on death watch I only had to wait this thing out and fight it with copious amounts of water, aspirin and motrin.

I never felt like that before in my life. Had a headache for the first 5 days, my quads and calves were sore beyond belief like I had worked out and my legs have never been sore in my life. My hamstrings tried to cramp on me, someone busted a 2x4 across my lower back and thought “That’s not enough!” so it felt like someone punched me in between my shoulder blades.

To top it off, it felt like someone slammed strips of bamboo into every joint and in my left shoulder the lit the bamboo on fire to aggravate my bursitis to the point I thought my arm might actually separate from my clavicles.

That and the constant on/off with the fever/chills thing and I thought “Well, I’ve lived a great life, done more than most and might die with the most toys but, I’d like more time to torment a few people if I could”.

That’s what it felt like for the first 6 days. Oh and my lungs felt someone poured kerosene in em.

But I’m fine today, Life’s still great and Barry is toast!

Just remember:

It’s a great life . . . If you don’t weaken

and

Don’t take life so seriously, It’s not like you’re gonna live through it...