• I haven’t bathed in days, so I stink;
• I haven’t washed my hair in days, so it’s oily, and sticking to my head in some places while sticking out from it in others;
• I have no makeup on and have not tanned in about a week, so I look kinda pasty;
• I have really bad chills, so I can’t feel my fingers and toes, which makes me clumsy and awkward;
• Did I mention that I stink?

So, when I’m leaving the doctor’s office, there’s another patient waiting, some young guy. I only noticed him because he was sitting in the chair right near the front desk where I had to check out, and I wasn’t there long anyway. I walked out and drove over to the nearby pharmacy to get my prescription for antibiotics and some Mucinex (yay for flu and upper respiratory infection!).

Because nothing is ever easy when you’re so sick that all you want to do is hurry up and get home so you can lay down, there was a problem with my insurance card at the pharmacy that took quite a while to figure out. Before I knew it, there was another customer behind me and guess who it was? Yep, yep, same guy from the doctor’s office.

Then he started talking to me, and (unless my illness has affected my ability to gauge social interactions), it seemed it was more than just talking, I think he was actually flirting with me!

Wow. If I can get hit on even when I’m at death’s door, then I guess there’s still hope!