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I'm very lucky to have a good immune system, but that just makes the times I get sick 10x more painful emotionally. I only get sick once a year, if that; and who-woulda-thunk-it, my time for comfort must come to a temporary close. I can be subjected to the nastiest conditions known to man (my high school legit needs to be condemned, I'm not joking. It's bad), yet my mother's FLU VACCINE for her work was somehow contagious and infected me and me only. I just- How? This ain't like any other time I got the flu; usually I just feel sleepy, cough a lot, and have a bit of a soup brain, but nothing more than that. This time, I feel like the old gods of the forgotten past looked down at my surprisingly happy state and said "UH-UH! AIN'T NO JOY TO LIVE FOR YOU *makes my mom a bio-terrorist*" Can't I just be happy for ONE week? O n e ? Like, I have insane levels of resources, don't get me wrong, I just have my hands tied and can't access nearly as many as I need (America moment amirite fellas??). [No, my mom obviously didn't mean to infect me. And no, this ain't an anti-vax post, I'm just salty that I became victim to a yucky rare event].