Senseless Saturday Sarcasm : sick
Well…I finally did it: Managed to get so sick the well parts of me are wondering if I’m ever going to recover.
I’ve been looking for the “well parts” of my body which, I believe, are my toes. Then again, they’re the farthest away from my sinuses.
It’s easy for you to say, “It’s only sinusitis.”
That’s the problem with being sick. People will be ever so nice and say, “I hope you get better,” with a learned empathetic look.
Then, they’ll say,”I have an appointment. See ya,” and rush away before I can sneeze on them.
Translation: “You dumb@$$! Why the H.E. Double hockey sticks did you stop me in the hall to say you’re sick? I don’t want that C#@p! Get it the hell away from me!”
People who want to make the best of everything say this:
…and I say THIS right back at ’em:
Then there are the people who just don’t want to come up with another excuse for missing work:
I just “love” the people who make jokes about it:
What is my one wish in this particular moment of my life:
Sleep. Lots and lots of uninterrupted snoozing.
What am I going to get instead?
The last two days of this month, I have to get 5 annual reports out before November 30.
I feel like this:
Wish me luck.