I arrived home from a trip to California on Tuesday night and sneezed.
I don’t want to get sick.
My mind raced back to the time when I pressed the button on an elevator with my knuckle (I’m so smart) and then rubbed my itchy eye with the same body part. (I’m so stupid!) Or it could have been the lady sneezing next to me on the plane. Or I could have been exposed by cold-suffering cooks the many times I ate in restaurants.
Oh, no. What if it’s the flu? At least I got my flu shot.
My nose turns a handle somewhere inside my nasal passages and becomes a faucet. I’m sick. Dang it!
Weird thoughts while sick in bed:
Maybe the reason we get sick is our bodies want a day off and hijack our brains. I wish I could enjoy it. *sneeze*
My head feels like a giant zit. Continue reading