March 01, 2013

Sickness Be Gone

Ladies and Gentleman of the Jury - I am guilty of being a huge hypocrite.

After writing this post and this post about men being total wimps about getting sick, I straight up got my ass handed to me by some freak hybrid cold/flu/sinus infection/heinousness that turned me into a whimpering puddle of tissues and sad faces.
Out of all the Karmic gods, the god of the sinuses must be the most vindictive, because that bitch ruled me for over a week.  Luckily the god of Zpack came through and saved the day.
It's a good thing I don't lose my appetite when I get sick because I had to eat ALL of my words and chase them with lots of Orange Juice.
Never again will I make fun of the man cold.  Because the only thing worse than being sick is being sick without the possibility of sympathy. 
I rest my case.


  1. No way, you were ACTUALLY sick. The man cold is just the sniffles with a huge dose of moaning. Trust me, I'm an expert in treating/ignoring the man cold. There's a BIG difference

  2. I'm with Landy. They're two different animals. There is nothing that rivals the man cold. Hope you're feeling better!