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Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Snot Rag

Ugh. Blech. Darwin and I are both sick with colds. I don't think we've ever been sick at the same time in our 5.5 years together.

Usually, it goes like this: Darwin gets sick, mopes and moans about the house, sleeps constantly. I continue kissing him and whatnot because I am not a person who worries much about germs. Darwin gets better. Miraculously, I do not get sick.

Or like this: I get sick, whine a lot and make Darwin fetch me things. He makes grossed-out faces when I want to kiss him because he is a person who worries about germs. I get better. A week or two later, Darwin gets sick.

This time I'm about a day behind him. Saturday we both felt fine. Sunday he felt like poo, and I felt fine. Yesterday, we were both miserable. Today, I still feel terrible, and he's feeling a little better even though he forgot his Aleve Cold & Sinus this morning. So I'm hoping that means I'll feel better tomorrow.

It's funny to me how people say, "Oh, it's just a cold." Sure, I don't have a fever, and I'm not hanging my head over a toilet bowl, but I'd wager I feel just as bad. How am I supposed to work when I'm sneezing and mopping my nose constantly? When I have a headache, and I can't breathe with my mouth closed?

Mostly, I just feel gross, and I hate being around people when I feel gross. In high school, the absolute worst days were the days I had a cold. I was always so paranoid, terrified that boogers or Kleenex crumbs were clinging to my reddened nostrils.

Now I'm at work, and I worry that each sniffle is grossing out my office mate. I worry this icky taste in my mouth translates to a plume of nasty breath every time I speak. I worry that the sight of the wadded tissue on my desk makes people want to flee the room.

So, blog readers, be glad you're a safe distance from me. Germs can't travel through the computer - at least not yet.

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4 Comments:

Gary said...

So, blog readers, be glad you're a safe distance from me. Germs can't travel through the computer - at least not yet.

Hmmmm. You have my warped mind thinking. I wonder if anyone will come up with scratch and sniff houseblogs....

Scratch here for how the room smelled before we bought the house and scratch here for how it smells now.....

11:40 AM  
Jordana said...

I'm sorry you feel so rotten. Hope you and Darwin get better soon!

1:49 PM  
Patricia W said...

You crack me up! Hope you get to feeling better soon. I'm not germ paranoid and would be relieved to see an associate using kleenex instead of not..... ;)

4:50 PM  
halloweenlover said...

We honestly have so much in common, it makes me laugh. I also worry constantly when I have a cold about errant boogers. EWWW!

5:38 PM  

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