Just As I Thought

Sick

I just despise being sick. Don’t you?
It started on Saturday night. I started to totally fall apart hanging out over at Ian’s after a long day, just kind of passing out on the couch. The next day I woke up with a sort throat, and it’s been respiratory hell ever since. In the midst of it, there was illness rampant in my family, so it’s been a sick week.
Today I came home and took a short nap, only to wake up with a headache. Then back to bed at about 9:30, only to wake up again about 11. Now I’m laying in bed, still headachy, but unable to sleep.
I had thought about having a few people over for my birthday on Saturday, just hanging out with a few drinks or something. Now I realize that I’m probably going to still feel somewhat crappy then; Ian called to say that he’ll be out at a show at Wolf Trap that evening, and I haven’t called anyone else, so I think my birthday is likely to consist of popping a few more aspirin and trying to get some sleep.
That’s ‘cos I’m old, of course.
I decided that since most people lie about their age by going younger, I’ll be radical and lie older. So I’m adding 5 years to my age. If anyone asks, tell them that I’ll be 43 on Saturday.
I wonder where can I get one of those prescription drug cards I keep hearing about?

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