I feel...sick

What a beautiful day to be sick. Ok, not really. I always feel that it's wrong to get sick in the summer. And with it being 106+out I feel like any germ should be baked out of me. Well, heat, you missed one. I've been so proud of myself for not getting sick this summer (which is silly because how much control do I have over that, really). And now into the final stretch I'm feeling crummy. I blame the antibiotics. The antibiotics that won't let me take my vitamins within 2 hours of taking them... which means the vitamins don't get taken. So thank you very much, antibiotics. I'm going to go lie down now and try to feel better for Grandpa's 94th birthday dinner.

*I must be sick with how much I am talking to inanimate objects in this post.... delirious maybe?