common illness, true love
Managed to cap-off my respiratory ailment by contracting a gastrointestinal bug, a condition I managed to conceal from the Vyfe until after she saw me double-over and wince in the passenger seat during our road trip to see Zoë Keating perform.
"We probably should have just canceled the trip," she said.
"I knew you would say that," I managed between coughs, "so I hid it until I knew it be too late to turn back!" I triumphantly groaned while clutching my stomach.