I have a cold. Therefore, I am coughing ALL THE EFFING TIME. It's getting super-old, as I'm now in Day 7 of Cough-a-rama. I don't deal well with being ill, as I'm impatient and frustrated whenever my health forces me to slow down even a little. Argh. I just get angry and resentful when my body gets sick. Stupid corporeal self.
My sole comfort is the mental amusement I experience every time I cough in a phlegmy way; whenever this happens, the line from the song "Gaston" from Disney's Beauty and the Beast, "In a spitting match nobody spits like Gaston...'I'm especially good at ex-pec-torating *ptooey*!'" comes into my head. Haha.
Classic.
For your consideration:
9 years ago
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I know what you mean about hating your sick self... I attempt "punching the illness out"... punch to the nose for a cold...punch to the stomach for nausea... punch to the ear for an earache... I just have to hope that I never have to punch myself in the groin...
Ha. I think if you have to punch an illness out of your groin, the particular illness will be the bigger of the two worries.
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