It was probably a bad idea

In 1995 the husband and I went to see the movie Outbreak. This was my idea because I had heard an interview and review of the movie on the radio and thought it would be a nice movie and dinner date. But it was not to be. The movie freaked me out, I let it mess with my head and afterward at dinner I couldn't even eat. All I could think about was getting home and locking all the doors while armed with a can of Lysol. Eventually I calmed down to my normal germaphobe state of mind and even made some jokes about global killing germs.

This past Thursday the husband was watching football and I had a head pounding sinus headache. So I tucked myself in bed and watched a movie. Guess what I watched? Contagion. Because I'm a moron. This movie didn't freak me out but I did wake up sick and have remained sick through the weekend and still today. 

Hurricane Sandy saw to it that it rained everyday of last week, by Wednesday the dog was bouncing off the walls. She needed a walk so I took her both Thursday and Friday morning, in the rain. Yes we, the sissy dog that is afraid of rain and me the one with newly formed germs swirling around in my veins, walked in the rain. This is about three or four bad ideas already right?
 
I called my doctors office this morning, that hates me, my doctor doesn't hate me, the witches in the office however do not care if I live or die. My doctor is apparently 'booked up solid' the whole week. Which translates into 'we can't squeeze you in because that would involve extra work for us, we know we are in the health care profession but you sick people kind of throw off our day and we have stuff to do.' I was told to go to urgent care.

"Insert a string of profanity laced sentences here."

So now I sit and wait for my possible strep throat to mutant into a global catastrophic event. I, the host, plan to vote tomorrow come hell or high water or bubonic plague. So everyone watch out, I'm going out in public tomorrow and taking my germs with me.

I'm Taking the Afternoon Off

Somebody gave me germs. At the moment, I can only breath out of my left nostril. That'll change though. I'm cold and I ache. But what I'm worried about is my ear hurts just a little. That will get me a doctor visit if nothing else will. I usually tough it out. I'm going to curl up on the couch and watch Heroes this afternoon. I didn't get to watch it last night, I was watching Dancing With the Stars and trying to figure out what Marie Osmond was doing there. The husband worked late last night so I was able to watch on the big TV instead of being exiled to the bedroom and the little TV.

The upside of being sick is I get to take Nyquil tonight. The moonshine of medicine, as Lewis Black would say. So I'm taking the afternoon off and heading for the couch as soon as I find where the dog hid my slipper.