Sick and Tired

Two boxes of Kleenex with lotion? Check

Twelve-pack of Quilted Northern for when the Kleenex boxes are empty? Check

Ginger Ale, Gatorade, Constant Comment tea? Check, check, and check

What do you mean you need to see my license before you'll sell me Mucinex D? Seriously?

Copy of this week’s People? Well, yeah. I’m not dead.

So, I've caught a cold. Nothing crazy. Just enough to make me uncomfortable and cranky.

I never foresee being sick - I mean, who plans for these things? - so every time I get to feeling this way, I grab a fistful of tissue and head up to the store to buy supplies and spread my plague.

But, wouldn’t it be nice if there were a person who traveled from town-to-town dropping off little care packages for the ill? He’d be like Santa or the Easter Bunny but for the sick. He could dress up in scrubs and carry a giant thermometer for a wand – the Sick Fairy. There’s got to be a better name than that, but my head’s really foggy right now...


Kind of a crazy week. Monday was, well, a Monday. Tuesday was spent gearing up for a big project at work and a visit from my boss flying in from Charlotte on Wednesday. Was up too late Wednesday night nursing a beer and buying shots for a friend who turned 30. Thursday just sucked. And here I am Friday, sick as a dog. Just in time for the weekend. Lovely.


I caught myself being a bad friend this week.

People generally don’t think of themselves as bad people, do they? Even serial killers have some weird sort of justification for their behavior. But I just don’t have an excuse. I was being selfish. And, the bottom line is, I’m a spoiled brat who wants to get her way no matter what.

But, you know, I’m not going to worry about it until I’m feeling better and the haze of decongestant fades. Everything always seems worse than it really is when you’re sick.

So right now, I'm going to go crawl into my bed with my box of tissues and my People magazine, pop in a movie, and wait for this, too, to pass.