Don't Spit Toothpast Bristles on a Sick Kid

I haven't been feeling well. It's like there's a bug in my head walking around with high heeled stilettos, and one in my stomach playing ping pong with flaming bowling balls, and one in my mind telling me to do things I just can't do. (Like homework, or riding bikes.)
In spite of that, my brother Zack pulled bristles out of his toothbrush with his teeth and spit them on me. Not a nice thing to do to a brother who can't fight back, at least until I get my toothbrush.
I got a blood test at the doctor to see what might me wrong with my innards, but none of the tests so far show anything. We'll see what the Monday results bring. Could be that I'm allergic to school.

My brothers and me and Eagle's nest

Hey, my brother, Zack (the one on the far left) and I (the second one from the right) got our Eagle Scout awards on April 5th! The other guys in the pictures are my big brothers Andy (second from left) and Jeff (far right.) My older brother, Scott, is also an Eagle Scout, but he couldn't be there that day.
Now the only one left to become an Eagle is my little brother, Michael. I promised to help him. He can be annoying, but he's the best little brother I've got. (The only little brother, but still...)