Jericho: Virus Rhino
I hate being sick.
As if life didn't suck enough! You have to work, pay bills, and then you get the cold that has been floating around the office for the last week. Bleck!
Every year at least one cold and one flu make their way through the Systems department. I don't get them every year, but I got the cold this year. Of course, getting sick as an adult isn't like getting sick as a child. Getting sick as a kid is almost fun, it's an excuse to stay in bed, watch cartoons, eat comfort food and have your mom make a big fuss over you.
Sure, I got most of that. I got to stay in bed for the whole weekend, watch crap teevee, cuddle with the cats and Steph made a fuss. All of that is great. But, unlike when I was a kid, I was missing out on stuff. I have things I want to do on weekends. I want to work on my new comic strip. I want to do junk around the house. I missed a chance to hang out with a friend on Sunday. Hell, I didn't even read much because I spent most of the time asleep. And the crap teevee was REALLY crappy.
As a kid, you never feel guilty when you get sick. But I feel guilty. Steph made a fuss over me, but she has stuff she wants to do, the last thing she needs is a whiny, moany, snoring husband for a full weekend. Nothing like taking care of a 30+ plus year old, 450 pound baby! She works hard, she deserves a good weekend. I am not the most domestic creature in the world, but I at least wanted to do the dishes. Well, I never got to those, or anything else for that matter. That includes any Halloween activities as the cold started to bring me down on Friday.
On top of all this, Steph is home today with this lovely disease. She was feeling bad this morning. I wanted to call her all day to see how she felt, but I didn't want to wake her. I don't know about you, but all I want to do is sleep when I'm sick. Unlike me, Steph is very domestic and sometimes doesn't know when to just take it easy. Wanna bet she spent the day answering work email and then did the dishes? Wanna bet I have dinner waiting for me when I get home? Both of those are sucker bets - I know my wife. It would take losing both legs to keep her in bed, and then just until her wheel chair was delivered.
Someone out there needs to get to work and kill off the common cold. I know it's not that easy, but, darnit, they landed a man on the moon thirty plus years ago, rhinovirus should be a historical footnote by now.
As if life didn't suck enough! You have to work, pay bills, and then you get the cold that has been floating around the office for the last week. Bleck!
Every year at least one cold and one flu make their way through the Systems department. I don't get them every year, but I got the cold this year. Of course, getting sick as an adult isn't like getting sick as a child. Getting sick as a kid is almost fun, it's an excuse to stay in bed, watch cartoons, eat comfort food and have your mom make a big fuss over you.
Sure, I got most of that. I got to stay in bed for the whole weekend, watch crap teevee, cuddle with the cats and Steph made a fuss. All of that is great. But, unlike when I was a kid, I was missing out on stuff. I have things I want to do on weekends. I want to work on my new comic strip. I want to do junk around the house. I missed a chance to hang out with a friend on Sunday. Hell, I didn't even read much because I spent most of the time asleep. And the crap teevee was REALLY crappy.
As a kid, you never feel guilty when you get sick. But I feel guilty. Steph made a fuss over me, but she has stuff she wants to do, the last thing she needs is a whiny, moany, snoring husband for a full weekend. Nothing like taking care of a 30+ plus year old, 450 pound baby! She works hard, she deserves a good weekend. I am not the most domestic creature in the world, but I at least wanted to do the dishes. Well, I never got to those, or anything else for that matter. That includes any Halloween activities as the cold started to bring me down on Friday.
On top of all this, Steph is home today with this lovely disease. She was feeling bad this morning. I wanted to call her all day to see how she felt, but I didn't want to wake her. I don't know about you, but all I want to do is sleep when I'm sick. Unlike me, Steph is very domestic and sometimes doesn't know when to just take it easy. Wanna bet she spent the day answering work email and then did the dishes? Wanna bet I have dinner waiting for me when I get home? Both of those are sucker bets - I know my wife. It would take losing both legs to keep her in bed, and then just until her wheel chair was delivered.
Someone out there needs to get to work and kill off the common cold. I know it's not that easy, but, darnit, they landed a man on the moon thirty plus years ago, rhinovirus should be a historical footnote by now.
posted by Jericho Brown at 11/03/2003 05:52:00 PM
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