Biological Warfare

Day 4 of The Battle at Daycare

I'm wounded and slowly bleeding out. Though the medic says it's just a bad cold, it sure as hell feels like dying to me. I was warned about going into that place unprepared. Why didn't I listen? Was it pride or just sheer stupidity? I'll never know. If this is to be my last entry, then please, Dear Reader, tell my daughter that I love her and tell Scarlett that I do give a damn.

I've long suspected that daycares are where the government tests its new diseases. Playdough could very well just be anthrax mixed with water. I don't know. I do know that the one where my daughter goes is like a holding pen for Resident Evil or Dawn of the Dead. As far as I can surmise, I was bitten on Monday. Little Timmy or whatever his name used to be before the change came up to me that morning. I didn't think anything of it. So caught up in the emotion of my daughter's first day, I let my guard down.

Rule Number One: Don't Get Personal

Timmy came up to me and he looked at me with those big watery globes and said, "Hi!" When in Rome... I spoke back. "Hi, child I don't know." He continued, "Hi!" Timmy is a man of few words. That went on for about a minute and as I turned to walk away, I heard him cough. He must have bitten me sometime during our initial exchange. I didn't feel it. The best poisons go unnoticed. I was a dead man before I walked out of that place.

Tuesday I felt a little sick. Yesterday I felt like hell. Today, I realize that yesterday was a walk through heaven on my way to today's hell. Symptoms? Everything except my left knee, third toe on my right foot and the vein that runs down the inside of my left arm near my thumb hurts. I've been trying to squint because the force of my eyelids blinking sends a shock wave through my head.

There's so much more to say, but the vertebra directly next to bottommost rib is starting to hurt worse than the others. I slept 12 hours last night then woke up for two this morning, before sleeping another three. I've been up for an hour and feel like I need another eight hour nap. I'm down somewhere in Ward 3. Send Gatorade!