My name is Will DeFries and this is a Sunday Scaries Podcast, your cure for the Sunday Blues.

What began with the stomach bug early in the week had morphed into something totally

different by the end of the week.

I'm not sure if I did anything to deserve it or if my compromised immune system just

welcomed back to back illnesses with open arms, but being sick of for over a week straight

wasn't exactly my ideal scenario.

Both of these illnesses, one wreaking havoc on my stomach and the other on my respiratory

system, were both blatant enough that I pretty much knew would be reckless for me to try

to go into work at all.

When I was in seventh grade, I remember faking sick in social studies class because I had

an epiphany about how to beat a level in Zelda.

Knowing that beating that level was more important than learning about the branches of the government,

I did what any mischievous seventh grade boy does.

I faked sick and I immediately went home before lunch.

While I didn't end up beating that level, I still graced myself with a much needed sick

day, or a fake sick day or a personal day.

Whatever you want to call it, I was living good in the comfort of my dad's den with no

parents around until they got off of work.

Then sick days were everything you could dream of as long as you weren't so sick that you

were throwing up.

You could watch the prices right in your pajamas while eating chicken noodle soup.

You could play video games until someone told you to stop and you could lie in bed thinking

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