I just sneezed. Twice. While Blogger was taking its time loading my Create Post page, I let out two loud and obnoxious sneezes, replete with unnecessary "Aaaaaaa-Chooooo!" noise and everything.
Billy was sick. My coworker is sick. Some of my friends have reported that they, too, are feeling a bit under the weather. Thanks to a steady supply of Vitamin C tablets, a daily dose of Centrum, and Fuze Green Tea loaded with all sorts of "complexes" and "supplements" (according to the bottle anyway...And for almost $2.00 a bottle, it better be fucking full of it.) I've so far remained just under the cold/bug/bird flu radar. But I've been sniffling this morning. And sneezing, obviously.
And this upsets me greatly. I'm all about the idea that being sick is just as much mental as it is physical (Hey, Dale...Spare me the sick-in-the-head jokes, will ya? I know that already.). So I'm going to go about my day as though nothing were wrong. I won't focus on the slight achiness creeping up through my back. And the fact that my face feels like it's full of mucus. Instead, I'll insist on saying "I feel great" to myself no less than a thousand times today. And maybe I'll go to the gym again. I mean, I went yesterday, but maybe I'll go again to sweat out whatever ailment is threatening me. And, of course, I'll be taking my vitamins. And my tea.
But if I am sick, God help Billy. He's going to be so sorry if he passed his flu to me. Because he has no idea what a freakin' baby I am when I'm really sick. I think we're at the point in our relationship now where I can be my actual, pitiful, whiny sick self. Hey, he told me he loves me. The sick me is included in the package.
Of course, after two days of hearing me complain and cry and bitch and whine, he may just take that whole "love" thing back.
But I'm not sick. I'm not sick. I'm not sick. I'm not sick...