In Which Lena Contracts The Plague
This is a liveblog.
Tuesday, June 2nd
10:30am- Oral temperature: 100.3. After a delusional evening of moaning in my sleep, I wake up sweaty, weak, and alone in bed. Apparently, the German lover has flown the coop.
10:32am- Actually, German lover’s Russian friend (our houseguest for the week) informs me that he has not abandoned me. He is just in the shower. Likely washing off my germs.
11:28am- Best friend Jason informs me over Gchat that he is “coughing up [his] lungs” and that his chest “feels like it’s caving in.” Blockmate Megan is apparently exhibiting the same symptoms.
11:46am- Jason suggests that my worse symptoms may indicate that I have pneumonia.
12:00pm- Oral temperature: 100.4. Patrick makes me a tea remedy of cloves, garlic, ginger, and unidentifiable spicy shit.
12:13pm- Jason and I deduce that Tiffanie must’ve given this to all of us, since all three of the victims kissed her within 48 hours of getting sick.
12:14pm- Tiffanie’s away message states that she “has the bubonic plague.”
