I am still sick.
I started feeling crappy about two days after I returned from my vacation in Mexico...that was a couple of weeks ago!
Which coincidentally, was the exact same day that I had to go into a hospital (which is no easy task for a germophobe) for a prescheduled annual checkup.
I think that I picked up some superbug Flu in that godforsaken germ factory!
If I did contract the latest END OF THE WORLD PANDEMIC MEXICAN FLU THAT IS GOING TO ERADICATE MANKIND AS WE KNOW IT I would be the first case in my part of Canada...so far. We all know that one of these days a viral strain will morph into a global killer and take out millions...but this one? Not-so-much.
Either way, I feel terrible. I am draggin' my ass, feeling sorry for myself and you know what? It's not even worth it to get sick anymore.
When you are young being sick was awesome!
Your Mommy let you stay home from school and pampered you.
You got to watch TV in your pyjamas, read comix, have a nap.
Mommy would make your favorite lunch...it was f*cking heaven.
Well, that was then and this is now.
I am not getting much *sympathy from my good-lady-wife...even though she who-never-gets-sick had to deal with this very same ailment!
She admitted feeling "a bit off" for a few days.
So where is all that empathy?
Ladies, this, is not some MAN COLD
this is like a MAN FLU and it's one million times worse!
If... I.... do... somehow...
make it through the night...
I'll try.... to get over.... and read....
must... save... others
((cough cough sniffle))
When your man is sick and the Reaper is knocking at the bloody door, why is it that you women express such utter revulsion at the mere suggestion of administering the miraculous healing powers of *sympathy you-know-what?