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This is the ninth day in a row that I’ve been sick with a sinus infection.

I’m never sick. Really, I’m usually one of those disgustingly healthy people who doesn’t even get a cold while everyone else is knocked on their asses by whatever god-awful bird flu or ebola virus is going around.

And maybe the worst part is that I’m just sick enough not to feel up to doing anything fun, but not so sick I can get away with luxuriating in bed all day with a stack of magazines and a bell to summon George with.

“Would you mind getting me another Coke?” I’d say weakly. “And this time, will you stick one of those bendy straws in it so I don’t have to lift my head up off the pillow to drink?”

You know, fun sick, where you actually get to relax a little. Oh no. I’m still taking care of the baby, and running the vacuum around, and doing umpteen loads of laundry. I’m just feeling shitty while I do it.

I’m so sick of being sick. And I’m also sick of saying, “I’m sick,” and having it sound like “I thick,” because of how stuffy I am.

Posted 07 October 2005 at 04:51 PM