I hate being sick in any way. Being sick for more than a couple of hours drives me insane.
Whenever I have a headcold, no matter how many drugs I take or how loopy I get, I can’t function properly in any capacity. If I force myself to go into work, I’m doing no good because I’m not going to get anything done and if I’m contagious everyone in the office will get what I have.
When I’m sick I don’t want people around. I don’t want people talking to me and I don’t want people asking me how I’m doing. I want to sit, stand, pace, blow my nose, get in bed, toss, turn, scream and cry. All I want is to be comfortable, and there is absolutely no way to get even sligthly comfortable until I am well again.
I fart more often when I’m sick. I fart all night while I try to sleep, and it brings me straight back from the edge of slumber. If I do fall asleep for a few minutes, I’ll fart again and then wake up in terror of possibly having soiled my bed.
When I’m sick ramble.
When I’m sick I can’t stand any unusal noises. Normally I can sleep through anything, but if I’m sick I get irritated at the slightest sound of nature from outside or the sound of the pullchain clinking against the ceiling fan.
I hate the way food tastes when I’m sick. I hate that I can eat almost an entire burger before realizing it has mustard on it and then become very upset because I now have SO much mustard in my mouth that I’m going to be tasting mustard for days.I hate mustard.
I hate that I can’t bring myself to be nice to people when I’m sick. I hate that I can’t politely tell Taylor to get out of my room when he pops in every 2 minutes to chat or fart or tell a joke. I hate that all I can do is say, “Get the hell out,” or something equally rude.
When I’m sick there is no hope. While I’m sick I have no recollection of what it’s like to be well.
I haven’t been sick like this in a few years. I used to get like this 3 or 4 times a year, but not anymore. I guess I’m paying all my back dues this time ’round.
I hate that as soon as I find an OTC drug that helps every so slightly, I build up a tolerance for it in 2 or 3 doses. Nyquil did me quite well last night. Tonight I’m pumped full of it and still ready to rip off my nose and irrigate myself with a garden hose.
I hate that I had a point here but have somehow lost it because I’m sick as a damn dog.