I had a sore throat all day on Friday and on Saturday, I woke up feeling like I'd been run over by a truck. Every single muscle ached and all I could do was writhe on the sofa in tears while my dog licked my face and my son threw plastic balls at my head and tried to use the dog as a stepladder. Yesterday, I had a strange "pins and needles" sensation in my fingertips that turned into hundreds of little red dots on the palms on my hands. Time to get to the doctor's, I thought.
Someone (possibly not Jack, but some other small being who has touched/coughed on/slobbered on me lately) has given me the gift of hand, foot, and mouth disease. This is not to be confused with foot and mouth disease, most commonly seen in cattle and sheep. It's caused by a virus that makes you feel like shit and then gives you painful spots on the palms, soles of the feet, and mouth (luckily I've avoided the latter so far). I can't run my hands under warm water or pick up anything comfortably, and standing is no picnic either. I'm still contagious so I'm quarantined at home with the dog today, who is still licking my face in an attempt to heal me. Bless him.
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