I cannot believe this. I’m sick. Brennan’s kid’s party is Saturday. I cannot – I cannot x100 billion – be sick.
It’s a respiratory bug… some cold thing. I’m coughing and my voice is going. I really want to yell at someone. Ugh… I felt it coming on this evening, at around 5pm. I hate it when you can feel it coming on. It is even worse than having it just show up.
It’s amazing to me how being sick like this can reduce a person to a 3 year old. Bah. I was sick two weeks ago, but it was strange and it made me a bit freakish about things. This one is different… this is “commercial sick.” You know what I mean? Those commercials for Nyquil, etc.? In them someone moans and whines about being sick and how awful they feel – then they take the medicine and everything is all perfect.
I’m the whiner.
This stupid cough sucks. The sore throat, the post-nasal drip, and the choking feeling – that all sucks.
Wake me when it’s over.