Back Off, I'm Sick!

I feel awful today. I started feeling sick last night and this morning, despite medicating, I feel worse. I'm taking this opportunity to publicly whine for a minute, since it's the only place I can do it and not have people look at me, roll their eyes and call me a sissy.

I'm not a very good patient when I'm sick. I'm ripped into two distinct personas. The first is the mopey man-baby. I want someone to take care of me, put a cool towel on my head and make me chicken soup. This is the personality I despise. I'm not a fan of whiners, and it makes me feel even weaker than the sickness does. I give into the mopey man-baby side on rare occasions, usually when I'm on the road in a crummy hotel, on a sub par bed, like today. Then I call "Wife", tell her how sick I am, and she placates me with some mock sympathy, telling me to go back to bed. I'm sure she's making the jerking motion with her fist and secretly telling me to suck it up.

The other personality is the wild dog. I read somewhere that dogs can sense when they're dying and they go off by themselves so as not to weaken the pack. That's what I do. As much as mopey man-baby wants attention, dog man needs to be left alone. I'll let you know if I need help, other than that, leave me to my illness, but then I get mad because no one is offering to take care of me.

After reading yesterday's post and the one today, one thing is very clear. I need major psychological help. Probably not, but I do think I'm a little weird. Not in a shoot up a mall kind of way, just in the kind of way that allows me to do what I do. I may be rambling now, the cold medicine is kicking in. I don't know if my lap top qualifies as heavy machinery, but I should stop operating it now. I have to let mopey man-baby and dog man do battle. It's icy in Detroit so maybe I'll just go back to bed. Later....Brian