Cursing Germs
I’m sick.
Save me your kind words of care if you had them, they would only be met with a certain distain or perhaps even a snort if I can muster the energy. Being sick takes away the few filters I have before I speak. There is no pause, or for some of you, backspacing before I unleash something quite evil.
Do you think I crawl in bed? No, in fact, it becomes a challenge to see how far I can push it before I collapse, or give up. Just how much can I take before I give in and pop a pill to reduce the fever, the headache, the chills, the ….whatever it is. Today it is a headache, the same one from yesterday, the day before - and a fever.
Sickness isn’t to be tolerated in myself. I still work, much to the chagrin of others at my office, I still exercise at 3 am in the morning, and I go out of my way to be cruel.
Rather like crossing the street to push down a girlscout, I seek and destroy. Punish you for my illness.
In the meantime, back off, I will certainly still bite.
Excellent. I’m coming over to make her cry.
Daemon said this on July 9th, 2006 at 1:33 pm