Friday, February 02, 2007
Sick Like Me
I'm sick. I would say "sick as a dog," but what does that mean, exactly? It started yesterday with the fever and the chills and has quickly progressed into full-blown, I-wish-I-were-dead cold-dom. I think the phrase should be changed to "sick with a dog" because dogs can't catch human colds and therefore make the perfect companions when you're down and out, coughing up a lung.
Anyway, as I lie in bed with a cold towel draped pathetically over my forehead, I think of the time Arthur hurt his dew claw and got an antibiotic/painkiller cocktail from the vet. He was so drugged out he could barely hold his head up, and looked like an addict.
He looked the way I feel.