The following podcast is a dear media production. You remember when we were driving, driving in your car.

Hi everyone, it's Super Bowl Sunday. Guess where I am hiding from my family

podcasting waiting for the usher concert to begin. I just looked at Andrew Dead in the

eye and I said Andrew I feel like I'm in a new vortex of hell. Clyde is continuously teething.

The second one just popped out. He cries all day without that fucking pacifier. Thank

God he sleeps 13 hours a night.

But I am fighting for my life.

Andrew has contracted his third ailment of 2024. Now it kicked off with a stomach bug from a bad chicken

sandwich at crypto. We don't know if it was food poisoning or the stomach flu or you know a variety of both took him down for five

days like a big old pussy then he had what else a weeks ago, he had a little bit of a cold.

And then Wednesday of last week he woke up with prickly skin and something was just not right like he's fucking Miss Clavell and Madeline

something was just not right he wakes up in the middle night he goes I have a dull

headache and my skin feels prickly.

I think it's COVID and I was like get the fuck out as a lady does

summoned him to a guest bedroom.

She's taken five COVID tests. They're all fucking negative. I said

Andrew on a scale of like one to ten. How bad do you feel? This is three days in.

Okay? He's like a seven or an eight and I'm like Andrew, if all of my limbs were sawed off with a

spork, okay? And I was internally bleeding out, I wouldn't say seven or an eight, I'd be like three and a half, like

men's fragility and their their comfortability being so weak when plagued with a minor ailment,

when we bleed out for days every single month for like the majority of our lives,

and he's like, my skin feels cold to the touch.

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