Sick

So, I've been sick for about a week...but almost better now. I am such a dummy when it comes to being sick. I was actually getting sick for about 3 days before I would verbally acknowledge it to anyone. It's like I truly believed that if I could just not allow it to affect me and ignore it... maybe it would loose interest in me. It would see me as too strong of an adversary and, hanging it's head in defeat, the sickness would move along to some other unsuspecting weaker vessel. But alas, a pale-faced, sweat dripped salesman with snot dribbling from his nose will never be very effective at selling refrigerators.

Luckily I am getting better just in time to pass this fun illness on to my unsuspecting wife. So, between her swatting at me every time I pass by her for making her sick, I am trying to bring her back to 100%.

Men and women are very different when they get sick. Men become like pathetic 5 year olds who can't so much as sit up to accept the food they are being served. It doesn't matter if you are a 90 lb. computer geek or a 350 lb construction worker. Sickness is the great equalizer for men. Women, on the other hand, become vicious. It's like they want to be taken care of and served just like the man, but then they eventually build up a resentment toward you for your inadequate service. You may have just cooked something wrong, or served them the wrong flavor tea. But, you definitely have to be on egg-shells when the women are sick... Not so much for the men. But, boy are we pathetic.

*DISCLAIMER*
This is my professional (no-so-much) analysis of sickness. However, still being doped up, I reserve the right to take back any of it that may get me in trouble at a later date.

T