Serious Thinks Thought Here
"I could be the least quotable guy I know."
Reluctantly admits to being @davio1962 on Twitter
What the heck is that thing up there?
"I could be the least quotable guy I know."
Reluctantly admits to being @davio1962 on Twitter
What the heck is that thing up there?
When I am healthy, I have no tolerance for others sneezing, coughing, clearing their throat or complaining about their symptoms. I say “God bless you” for anything beyond the first sneeze with such disdain, others typically apologize afterward.
“Are you sick? Must be YOUR fault. Engage in some introspection to see where you went wrong in life, you…you…you human petri dish.”
But when I’M sick, all bets are off. I mope, emit various fluids out of every facehole, and make sounds not heard since the Great Sink Backup of ‘78. And I look for sympathy. From my wife. From my kids. From my tortoise.
“How can you not feel sorry for me? Can’t you see that I have become infected with some nefarious supervirus? Look, I may not survive the night, so you might as well make some tea for me now.”
Only the tortoise even LOOKS sympathetic. But you know tortoises; they are masters of deception. Appearing benevolent but secretly plotting the destruction of the human race. Oh, their plan is underway, alright, but like everything else tortoises do, it progresses at a painfully slow rate.
Sorry. Must be the Dimetapp™ talking.
I feel like absolute crap.
I am run-down, achy and my throat is sore—BUT—I do not have a fever. Nope. Cool as a cucumber.
And yet I can’t help but feel cheated somehow.
I’m the guy who thinks that it’s your own fault for being sick.
Maybe you haven’t gotten enough rest. Or exercised. Or eaten well. Or properly hydrated. Or read the bible. But any way you look at it, you have no one else to blame but yourself.
Airborne viruses? Now you’re just making excuses.
And you don’t want to be sneezing in my vicinity, either. Sure I will say “bless you”, but with an air of indignation that clearly belies the words.
And multiple sneezes? Forget it. The indignation will increase exponentially until, by the third one, I will SHOUT,
“God bless you! For crying out loud, will you just blow your damn nose already?”
Bedside manner is for wussies. Man up and just get better before you really start to annoy me.
