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yecccch.
Last week, a friend of mine was sick. He sounded terrible, voice all scratchy and stuff and miserable. A few days ago, I started getting sick. Just a little. And because the way we deal with problems here on Slugfest is by teasing each other, I informed him that I considered this his fault, pretty much in exactly those words. "I'm sick. I blame you," I said, and then confessed, "but only a little sick, and I think I'm getting over it." This is where the Irony Fairy appeared, I suspect.
"So what would be really funny would be if now I told you, 'oh, yeah, I was starting to get over it and then a couple days later it came back really bad," he pointed out, kdding. "Hilarious," I said.
It is a couple days later and I am huddled freezing under the covers in a perfectly normal temperatured room (wacky temperatures are always the first symptom when I'm ill), my throat is burning and aching and my nose is running and I feel a headache coming on. Not funny, dammit! *shakes ineffectual fist*
"So what would be really funny would be if now I told you, 'oh, yeah, I was starting to get over it and then a couple days later it came back really bad," he pointed out, kdding. "Hilarious," I said.
It is a couple days later and I am huddled freezing under the covers in a perfectly normal temperatured room (wacky temperatures are always the first symptom when I'm ill), my throat is burning and aching and my nose is running and I feel a headache coming on. Not funny, dammit! *shakes ineffectual fist*
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