Good Advice
Monday. I don't quite believe this, particularly since I had so many flavors of the flu during the month of January, but I seem to have a cold settling in my chest. I've had that rattle in the chest flitting in and out for the last few weeks - hard to get to sleep until it settles out, but it settles out - and I'll be damned if it doesn't seem to be ramping up. I thought I'd had everything in January except this sore throat - chest cold - cough thing and now it appears to be arriving. One of the members of my group at the office just came back to work today having spent the last week coughing his lungs out - not his own first go round with this stuff either - and there are others dotted throughout the building who tell the same story.
Tuesday. So I'll stay home today and see if I can't nip this thing in the bud. March is coming, the Chinese New Year Parade is coming, Spring is on the way. What in the hell is this crap with a chest cold? Because most of us are being laid off in the next couple of months our immune systems have become damaged? What? Can people who write such things in their scientific journals be correct? Nah. They're precursors to the coming avian flu epidemic, prepping us for the morrow. It's members of the Ally-Ally-Oxen Brigade releasing nano dust, a hands across the border attempt at revenge. It's mother's milk gone sour, the rantings of the online feeble and infantile spreading their frustrations and bile through their blogs and journals. It's Dick Tracy gone over to the other side.
It's time we took our temperature and got back in the sack.
My, my. Good advice. Here in Oakland.
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