Ok, universe, I bragged about not getting sick all winter, and I had to be punished. I left you with no choice but to smite me with this cold. I get that. But did you have to saddle me with this annoying, uncontrollable attention-grabbing cough right smack in the middle of the swine flu panic?
Bad enough that I've now lost two weekends to feeling like crap, missed over a week's worth of workouts and was out of the office for two days. Now random strangers hear my congested hacking and give me concerned looks. I saw them step away from me in the bank line on Saturday, and later the cashier at Giant was clearly itching to spray me down with a bottle of Lysol or something. Of course, I was buying a bottle of cough medicine and a carton of juice, so she really shouldn't have been surprised. Those purchases scream "I have a cold!" in my opinion.
Enough is enough, universe. I'm sorry, I really am, and I won't make that mistake again. Can I please get better again before people start crossing the street to avoid me?
