Knocking On Wood Does Nothing
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
“Don’t get sick next week,” says my manager. “Don’t worry, I won’t,” said I.
I was obviously wrong, because Monday morning, I woke up with a throat so swollen that I couldn’t swallow. This hit me totally out of the blue. The weekend went fine. I was a bit busy, but that’s about it. This week at work is pretty crazy, too. People are sick, mothers have passed away, and many co-workers and suddenly not available. And now i’ve become one of the count. I feel quite irresponsible promising my manager that I wouldn’t get sick when really, there’s nothing I could do one way or the other.
My manager kindly told me to not come in today. So i’ve had the day to rest. Unfortunately, it’s not getting better. Grrrrrr…
So here i am, at home, drinking as much hot water, hot tea + lemon + honey as my bladder can handle, eating chicken soup, and generally resting up. I’ve got tylenol cold and airborne, and all those things that should make me better...but I’m just as sick as I was before. I’m one day away from flying out to New York on a red-eye flight, and it still hasn’t run its course yet.
Well, pray for me, because i’m heading to New York anyway! And I’m still teaching class tomorrow!
“O Lord, bless this thy medicated cold pill of doom, that with it thou mayst smite thy viral enemies that hath entered my body and wrought havoc upon my immune system, in thy mercy. And upon its smiting, the people will rejoice and feast upon the lambs and sloths, and carp and anchovies, and orangutans and breakfast cereals, and fruit-bats and large chu...”
“Skip a bit, brother.”
Stop being ill! It bodes...well, ill.
Posted by Greg on 11/09 at 02:48 PM