My general response to being sick, now that I am not at home where my mom can bring me soup and reassure me that it is okay to stay in bed all day and internet, is to do nothing and hope it goes away. This does not actually work, especially if you walk everywhere in a city that is freezing cold and try to ignore that you are sick so you can be social and keep going to the gym. It never occurs to me that I could like... take medicine. Apparently one does not magically stop being sick, despite how many leeches you may have covered your body with.

But I'm keeping them. We've bonded and now that they have my scent their mother won't take them back. I've given them all names. Curly Joe will never be separated from me.