The sick.

[pen_grunt]

I've come down with a case of plane-induced sinus death. Whenever I get sick-ish it irritates me to no end--partially because I just don't have time for the sick, and mostly because I'm one of those, "I never get sick and I brag about this" people. You can imagine how foolish I feel when I get a sniffle.

I had yesterday off, and I spent most of the day sorta drifting in and out of sleep as only a sick person can do--but I refuse to admit that I'm actually sick. The phrase I like to use is "a bit of sick".

Derrick, however, is full-blown-whiny-sick again. There should be a rule: only one of us can get sick-ish at a time. It's too much energy to listen to complaining whilst one feels like complaining themselves.

Comments

[sarcasma.livejournal.com]

Yeah, no. When you're both sick you either have to both suck it up and say nothing complainy (note: impossible) or you have to turn it into a contest. This can be fun.

Person A: *moan*
Person B: *MOOOOAAN*
A: *urrgle*
B: *GluuuRRRRRGLEEEARGH*
A: Hrashoo!
B: HOLY CRAP I AM REALLY SICK OVER HERE.

[pen-grunt.livejournal.com]

Funny enough, that's pretty much what we end up doing.

Me: I think I'm sick...
Derrick: I KNOW I'm sick...
Me: Well aren't you special, now hand me the Chloroseptic.
D: Noo...I need it...