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By briantologist | May 19, 2004
Sick. Sick sucks.
When I get sick, I immediately turn on every person I know, no matter how deeply I love them or how many times they’ve steered me away from the driver’s seat when I was too drunk to walk (why else would you drive drunk?), and my eyes narrow, and all I can think is “Was it yooooooou who got me sick?” Everyone’s a suspect. Though thinking about it as I write this, I officially eliminate my parents from suspicion, seeing as how I haven’t so much as called them since a few days before I came down with whatever the hell this is.
This latest incarnation of sick is the kind where you (the rhetorical you, but let’s just say “I,” since that’s who I’m talking about here) feel noticeably bad in one arena (throat, my absolute least favorite) and just sort of not so hot in all others. Plainly, and less parenthetically, it’s not that I feel markedly shitty, it’s just that I don’t feel good. I begged off work yesterday afternoon, joining Darleece, who’s also sick, on our couches, the patented two-couch system we developed for the living room, which is, I don’t hesitate to say, the finest seating system anybody’s ever come up with, if only for instances where both parties are sick at the same time. We figured we’d make the best of it by watching some documentaries we had backed up from Netflix. We didn’t figure we’d fall asleep immediately after starting “Leni Riefenstahl: Wonderful/Horrible Life” and kill the afternoon that way, but man, was that ever how it turned out.
On the brighter side, nothing makes sick a little better than a good couch. Ours carried us all the way through “Colonial House” and this week’s “Sopranos” and back to bed, where I slept more soundly than I have in weeks. And so it was that this morning, even though I detected creeping hints in my throat of the cough I hadn’t yet caught from Darleece, that I felt okay enough to come to work. Or, more accurately, I was fairly certain I’d feel worse if I stayed home all day than I would if I just went to work and stared at the walls.
So there you have it. Another post that won’t kill you or make you stronger.
Topics: Laments | 5 Comments »
May 19th, 2004 at 1:12 pm
hope you feel better soon! (netflix is the MOST.)
May 19th, 2004 at 9:52 pm
Wow, that’s one shitty hangover.
The sore throat is the worst ‘mild’ illness you can have. It turns me into a raving lunatic and since I can’t call in to ‘work’ without reinforcements, it requires my loving (and intolerant) spouse to call in sick to work to take over my job.
He loves calling in sick to his JOB because I am sick.
I am reeling with envy at your 2 sofa system. We have a one sofa-two chair system (with one ottoman)…it is not adequate for anything but entertaining.
May 20th, 2004 at 8:41 am
I think we had the same illness. At the same time. 1,000 miles away. Damn high-speed internet.
The highlight of my illness was the inflammation of my regenerated tonsils. I distinctly remember having them removed about 16 years ago, because it was an incredibly miserable experience. Yet, there they are. Despite the lizard-like coolness of it, I would have preferred that they stayed lopped off.
May 20th, 2004 at 10:40 am
Shit. Now I’m gonna have to start keeping an eye out for my appendix.
In a follow-up to this sickness, I will mention that I had a scotch last night, and my throat hasn’t felt as good as when I was drinking it. Oh, booze. What can’t you do?
May 20th, 2004 at 12:22 pm
I wish I were on the couch with you right now.