Still Sick

Yup, I am still sick. I still have a hacking cough that could put a chain smoker to shame, headaches, stomachaches and nasty boogers coming out of my nose. I still have the full blown cold, or at least I will find out tomorrow morning if it is just a cold. I finally caved in this morning and made a doctor appointment because I can’t take this awful feeling anymore. It’s been seven days and I still feel absolutely awful and am only improving at a snail’s pace. I made the appointment to ensure it’s nothing further than a cold, nothing bronchial. Of course everyone at work is calling me swine as I hack away in my office. I am positive I don’t have the swine flu, but everyone thinks they are a comedian by calling me swine, like I haven’t heard it yet in the past seven days.

I was thinking today how it was different when I was sick a decade ago compared to now. A decade ago getting sick was a minor bump in the road and approaching thirty getting sick is more like hitting a nail in the road where I am immediately deflated. When I would get sick ten years ago it was a minor inconvenience as I worked like it was no big deal, hung out with friends and of course always made it to the next biggest party. Now, I can barely get to work, let alone make it through the day. I can’t hang out with friends because nobody wants to hang out with the swine girl and of course a party sounds like the last thing I want to do when I feel this awful. When did everything change? I don’t recall an exact time where I went from a bump in the road to a blowout from hitting a nail. Maybe it’s what happens when you are turning thirty. Maybe my body is weak and brittle and just can’t hack it anymore? Maybe, I am just smarter in my old age? Who knows, but whatever it is I know I don’t have the swine flu, but I will make sure it’s nothing worse than a cold tomorrow when I see the doctor. I am just hoping to walk out with a souvenir called cough syrup with codeine to help me sleep through the night.