Yes I have a man cold. I have been a shut in for three days now and I can’t take it anymore.
Actually that is not true, I tried to go to work on Friday. I am one of those idiots who feels guilty when they don’t go to work, are you like that? If you are I feel sorry for you, what is wrong with us? Since I didn’t go to work on Thursday I dragged my sick ass to work Friday morning with the intent of doing as much as I could for as long as I could hold out and coming back home. I happened to meet my boss in the lunch room as I was walking in, this was his reaction.
“EEwwwww you look like shit. What are you doing here?” He bolted for the door yelling over his shoulder “Do whatever it is you came in for and go home, and don’t come to my office, call me if you need to talk to me!”
That was day two, sat on the couch, watched TV, finished a book and felt sorry for myself.
Here is the worst part, my wife can’t take care of me cause she is sicker than I am! It started with my son, he was sick pretty much the whole month of January and it looks the sick train is gonna just keep on rolling into February. Not his fault, he goes to school and we all know school is a germ factory. But those kids are young and strong, they rebound quickly, little buggers, not like us old folks.
Day three, both daughters visited, they were not impressed with us, apparently my wife and I should not stay together in the house for to long. Wife was beginning to feel a bit better. Good enough to go out for supplies anyway, thank god, needed to stock up on OJ and cold pills. Who needs to eat? I just sleep, drink and pee.
Day four, woke up, and things seem to be a bit looser in my chest. Coughed up something that yelled back at me when I spit it into the toilet. Going to venture out today. Fresh air, need fresh air!