Why do you hate me so?
I am eating better, exercising more, sleeping more and less stressed than quite possibly any other time in the last ten years. Yet this is what, the fourth? fifth? time that you have succumbed to some kind of cold/flu bug this year alone. A new record.
You want to remind me when the seasons are changing? Your friends, the sinuses do just fine a job of that.
Thanks to you, five days of sick leave a year just isn’t cutting it. Everytime I feel that heat in my throat, that ache in my limbs, that fuzz in my head, my heart sinks. BF tells me to man up and power through it. I always do. I go to work and soldier on. Until inevitably a couple of days later I give up and take to bed.
If I’m lucky, you’ll strike on my ‘weekend’ and I don’t have to sacrifice precious leave. Just a clean house and general sanity. Sickness wreaks havoc on the budget; meds aren’t cheap, you don’t want to / can’t cook, and there’s nothing in the house to make soup or other comfort foods with anyway.
You’re a weak, yellow-bellied traitor and I would gladly trade you in in a heartbeat. Especially for one with better eyesight and upper body strength.
Buck up and get it together.