For once in your life, you are completely asymptomatic. The sun is shining, that damn bird won't shut up and you find yourself skipping to work (is excessive joy a symptom?). Then, you lick the secretary's phone for a practical joke. Two days later, she has night chills, a fever of 105, enlarged spleen, pneumonitis, endocarditis, diarrhea, nausea, and myalgia. Turns out, you were a vessel for an incubating virus. You got cheated from infection of a disease named straight out of James Bond. Life just isn't fair, is it?
Congratulations! You have Q Fever.
Tip of the day: Lock yourself in a dark closet, bemoaning your fate.
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