Oh, just coughing up a lung lobe or 2. And you?

Question: What’s the very best kind of sick to be, if you had to be sick?  Like, 'sick enough to be home from work'-type sick.  I prefer anything without nausea.  Nausea makes me miserable and sad.

So, naturally, this cold or whatever it is I have makes me cough so hard I not only feel like I might barf, but actually DO at times barf.  Sexy, right?  That watery-eyed look and bright red face and dripping nose aren’t enough, but that some urping needs to up the ugly ante.

Apparently I’m one of about a zillion people currently sick with this germ or some close variant.  The FB feed is full of ‘we’re at the urgent care’ and ‘all of us are going to the doctor today’ posts.  I feel bad for each and every one of those folks who post those things, because dang, sickness, way to ruin everybody’s day!

There is an upside, though. This particular ick has conveyed upon me an awesome basso profundo voice.  Particularly in the morning, the voice is a good 2 octaves lower that it was the night before.  Sludge buildup, perhaps?  Nothing really works to strip it off, either; not coffee, not tea, not copious amounts of water.  It’s just a matter of waiting it out and using the ‘sick’ voice’ to my benefit (eg – garnering sympathy from my coworkers and family).  People do tend to notice an abrupt change in someone’s voice, and are almost universally sympathetic.  I like that, the sympathy.   It validates my suffering.  Don’t judge.

On the plus side, the clothes I ordered online from Target are excellent and comfortable beyond my expectations, so yay!  Along those lines, did you know that the online stores carry clothing that the brick-and-mortar ones don’t?  REVELATION!  This is wonderful on many levels, among them 1) it’s nice to have more choices from which to pick than what’s normally carried in my size at the local store (obvious), 2) the online trouser selection is fabulous and the reviews are really helpful (less obvious, but a nice surprise), and 3) I don’t need to go be out with people to clothes shop (should be obvious, but maybe you don’t know about my deep loathing for clothes shopping people at stores.  Deep loathing, children, real deep).  I recommend the armchair shopping, is what I’m saying.

I should tell you about our weekend visitors sometime, probably.  But not right now.  I feel a coughing conniption coming on and need to prepare...

Tiff out.