Tuesday, January 04, 2005

Have you ever been so sick for so long that you don't remember being well?

Yeah, me, neither.

I'm just being dramatic because I was sick for the ENTIRE FREAKING HOLIDAY WEEKEND (in case you missed it, that was a blatant plea for sympathy) - I'm so grateful to all of the carrier monkeys in my office who decided to share and refuse to wash their hands. No, really, I can't think of anything I'd rather be doing on New Year's Eve than curled up on the couch in a fetal position watching a "Nip/Tuck" marathon on DVD

The only problem is that when I'm sick, I'm hyper-emotional and impossible to please... okay, for those who know me, even more hyper-emotional and impossible to please than usual. I want to swoon on the couch and sigh deeply and claim that I'm dying, however, I don't want anyone to do anything for me... but god forbid anyone in my zip code not at least offer to do anything for me... I just want to be left alone, but not so alone that no one will hear my plaintive wail if I am in need of more water or a pillow fluff...

And the whole medicine-head thing? Yeah, that really helps someone who is normally a total chowder head - why do they even make daytime medicine? Why not just label the bottles with the percentage of alcohol contained therein and let me decide how spacy I want to be?

Sigh