I hate being sick. It was bad enough during the time I had a job and could take sick days. It's worse now, because time I'm out of commission is time I could spend on interviews and such.
Woke up this morning with a really bad cough. It's a horrible, lung-rattling, ever-see-Aliens cough. I've taken some cough medicine and even used some Vaporub (as directed), but it doesn't seem to be doing much good thus far.
I dread the coughing, because usually it starts a fit that I know won't stop for a good 8-10 seconds. Also, the coughing results in the dreaded after-cough aches and pains, followed by a general "ugh."
But Bill! You're well enough to blog!
Yeah. Thing is, I don't sound so well on the phone right now. I just called a recruiter back concerning a job, and while leaving a message, I'm sure I sounded like death warmed over. After leaving the message, I had another coughing fit, followed by another "ugh."
Ugh.
I hate being sick.
1 comment:
But doesn't the "Here's my alien baby" cough give you some street cred? I mean, even thugs will admit that you're one sick mofo.
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