I Make a Horrible Sick Person

Ok, ladies, we've all done it... Done what, you ask? Well, this, of course... talked ish about a man in our lives who is all whining and pitiful about being sick!

We've all made fun of how they can't take it, have no tolerance for discomfort, and all around just drive us crazy wanting to be babied.

Well... I have a shameful confession. I suck as a sick person. I had to concede defeat to the Evil Bronchitis this week. And in my defense, I didn't get whiney. I just have no patience for it!!

The first day I admitted I'd been bested by bacteria, I slept like they were gonna outlaw naps forever! That was Thursday. I was in a sleep zone, if you will. In my mind, that should have made things all better.

However, Friday rolled around, and here I was, still coughing up stuff straight out of "Ghostbusters." I had bags under my eyes, and my nose was putting me in direct competition with ol' Rudolph. Ok, I told myself, one more day. So I rested, drank plenty of fluids, took my medicine like a good girl... Certain in the belief that when I woke up in the morning, I'd be good as new.

BUT NO!!

Today is Saturday... and I am sick of this nonsense!! I have stuff to do!! I want my energy back (what there was of it to begin with) and I want to breathe out of both nostrils simultaneously. I refuse to whine, but dammit, I'm fully ready to rant!! And I will rant... loudly. If, that is, I can quit coughing long enough to do so....

I'm supposed to fix the sick people, not be a sick people...

Tomorrow... I'm sure of it, tomorrow, I will be unsick.