Cold, Cold

I’m not normally one to complain on the Internet like this, especially on my blog, but I think the circumstances excuse the up-coming rant. (lost my train of thought.) I am sick for a second time in six months — how unfair! I made this bold statement the other morning at work: “I only get sick once a year!” And of course, I neglected to knock on wood. Always knock on wood when you make such statements, or you’ll be eating your words.

Yet I am not in a state to eat my own words. I feel like I am swallowing sandpaper, or cheese graters, nails, nail files, and bees.

It is the sole reason as to why I have neglected to post anything on Lone Swing. I come home tired, arms and feet dragging along the carpet, and I can’t think in coherent sentences. I tried to write this poem/piece of imagery, but gave up when I started nodding off. Conclusion: this is a head cold.

It is abnormal that I get sick (like this, that is, the common cold). Once a year is the average and about as much as I can deal with. But guess what? I know where I contracted this sickness!

I cannot name the person specifically, but comment saying you know who I am talking about. I’ll leave hints actually: (D), cough, hack, horking up mucus, black vest, snatches a board like egg-snatchers. Anyways. In that person’s defense, they aren’t a bad person, just extremely annoying. They are sick, rudely coughing all over everything that comes into their line of site. You can hear them from across the store hacking away as if they have the plague or something. If they were just considerate enough to take some Buckleys, Tylenol Cold, Neocitrine, or cough into their sleeve, or stay home then I would not be fucking coughing so hard at night I cannot sleep (god damn it). If I had the balls and outgoingness, I’d shove medicine down their throats myself. I would also forgive this person if it weren’t for the fact (here comes student woes) I have essays, and essays, and a short piece of fiction to finish.

To top it all off, it fucking snowed again.