I'm sure of it.
Other people might say it's just a cold coming after the bloody nose week from hell and that is why I feel so bad...but I know better.
I do like, two things and have to sit down all out of breath like an octogenarian. As soon as I knew it was the plague, I called my husband at work.
Me: Honey, prepare yourself. I have the plague.
Him: The bubonic kind or more general?
Me: Whatever kind. The plague is the plague and I have it. It's sucking my will to live.
Him: Oh, you mean like those salt suckers from Star Trek that leave the sucker marks on your face?
Me: Yeah, just like that.
Him: I'm sorry. What bit you?
Him: You get the plague from fleas on rats, so I'm wondering what bit you. (Laughter)
Me: Your face!
I hang up and call my best friend.
Me: I have the plague.
Her: What bit you?
What is it with the bit you crap? I have the plague, damn it! The plague!