#germs everywhere

[spenceloria]

when i think of spencer reid and then spin around three times spit, blood, and fingersinmouth immediately come to mind

[loveisadonkey]

Christmas flu

This is what ir looks like when you text me:

Write a poem about me having the flu but still having to to go out Christmas shopping. And then I’m bored at work so I actually do it.

[Christmas Flu]

The sky cracks blue into gray

Before you

Can find your bed

Warm and safe

The Christmas tree beckons

Demands sacrifices be boxed and laid at its feet

Weary you venture out

A fever pace you remember

As silver bells weigh your mind down

Down you sink

Into the chill

That may or not be

the Cleveland weather

[autisticeducator]

The only time I am ever happy I had a tonsillectomy…

…is when I hear that strep is going around the school like wildfire. Yes, I know that it is technically possible to get strep with your tonsils out. But it is much harder. Granted, I never really got strep as a kid. My tonsils were taken out due to sleep apnea. I'm more worried about children bringing respiratory illnesses around me due to being asthmatic. Last thing I need is for a cold or the flu to somehow get past the Advair my pulmonologist has me on and I have to be out of work for a week or two because I can't breathe. So far the red dose of Advair has held off everything the germ factory has thrown at me.

[my-shields-are-down]

Why I still wear a mask when out in public.

[slysnarksfundies]

Austin sneezing into his hands on their new YouTube video🤢. Have we learned noth...Nevermind🤦🏾‍♀️

[blaque-chick]

everyone is coughing at the same time

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kill me!

[traincoming]

Germs - that's what she said.

[laffsinthedark]

She had married Ganesh, a confidence man who had virtually abandoned her after three months of rather kinky non-sex. Ganesh’s life’s purpose seemed to have been to keep germs out of his territorial air, and to keep mosquitoes from biting his secret parts. Which wasn’t so easy, because he also liked to walk around the house nude and give his skin a chance to breathe in Oxygen. So it was Maya’s privilege to follow him around, watching out for mosquitoes and killing them before they entered the forbidden zone — that is, his twelve-inch territorial limits. Ganesh’s fear of bacterial contamination was so great that he was always washing himself with antiseptic soap and Dettol-laced water. So that a nutshell biography of his life would run: Wash hands. Wash face. Wash thing. Repeat. “Still washing your plantain?” she would call out from the bed, naked and expectant. “Yes, Maan,” he would reply — Maan being his pet name for her. “Well, sure you are not saying, ‘Out, out, damned sperm?’” she would tease him. “I love him still,” she had added, stubbornly. “He’ll come back.”

The Revised Kama Sutra: A Novel by Richard Crasta