Still Here, Still Sick
So hey I wrote a post called “Still Here, Still Sick” two weeks ago and guess what? I’m sick again, sick enough I’m to the point where I skip my workout (oh, the horror) and all I want to do is sit around and complain about how sick I am. This time, there’s less coughing but lots more congestion, runny nose, and sneezing. I don’t mind the sneezing so much, but everything else sucks a whole lot of ass. The bottom of my nose is bright red. Everybody else is sick, too, so that’s fun. Ben slept for 12 hours last night and took 2 naps today (I worked from home today and he stayed home). I slept for maybe, what, 5 or 6 hours last night.
I suck at sleeping anyway, but do you ever get that thing where one side of your nose is so stuffed up you can’t even sniff, and then your nose starts running and you can’t sniff so it just keeps running and running and eventually you’re like a 2-year-old with dried boogers all over your face? Only I can’t get to that point because as soon as my nose is running and I can’t sniff, I wake up. Ben said he can sleep through this (for the record, he can sleep through anything — runny nose, coughing his own head off, me next to him coughing my head off, cats playing with that goddamn thing where the ball is stuck in the track and it’s really loud for some reason at like 5:45 every morning now that it was recovered from the cave under the couch). I can’t. It’s like I’m deeply offended by my nose running, like people who don’t signal before turning while driving and bloggers who center their text, and I have to stop it at all costs. I wish I could just ignore it, but I can’t. I might try stuffing some tissue up there like NBA players do when they get bloody noses in the line of duty and have to keep playing.
Speaking of NBA players, this will never not be funny.
Which reminds me of the case of Farnsworth v. Fan, which can be summarized as follows.
When I’m sick, the only things that make me happy are beer; spicy-ass Thai food (the panang curry (with tofu, hot or Thai hot) from Tommy’s is A++ would eat too much again); and athletes getting into altercations with inanimate objects.
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