Carlsbad Flower Fields (over my diseased ridden body)

Good morning my babies! It’s going to be Easter weekend! Any plans?

This Sunday I plan to visit the Carlsbad Flower Fields.

That is of course if I don’t catch pneumonia and die.

I’m not a hypochondriac (you’re not a hypochondriac if you swear you only have one disease). But yes, dear ol’ Poppy is sick to his stomach. My joints ache like a 85 year-old arthritic woman with osteoporosis. My head is throbbing—and in a perfect tempo as well; I would probably join in with my tambourine if I don’t hurt when I move around. I’m retaining water. If I knew I wasn’t on my period I’d have think that.
But these are usually my regular symptoms of an incoming sickness. And I kind of like to be warned ahead of time because it would give me ample time to attempt to curb my sickness by downing many pills of vitamin C and other immuno-reinforcements.
Hopefully those reinforcements hold up. I really don’t want to be miserable when I go here!

(PS I think I might know the culprit of my misfortune)