My apologies to William Shakespeare and to one of his famous characters, Lady MacBeth, for borrowing her famous line and changing it to suit my own purposes, but I assure you that I have a good reason for doing so.
Now, I hate to sound like a whiny baby about this, but I don’t like being sick one little bit…and have I mentioned that I’m sick? No? Well, I am. Sick, that is, and I don’t like it, not one little bit.
And no, it doesn’t make me feel any better to know that other people in my town are huddled in their beds too, boxes of tissue and bottles of pills beside them, coughing and sneezing and blowing their noses and bringing up god-knows-what awful stuff from the depths of their lungs, nor does it make me feel better to know that there are lots of worse things that could be wrong with me than this cold bug that has hit so hard.
Want to know what would make me feel better? FEELING BETTER, that’s what would make me feel bettert!
But I’m trying to be brave, trying to not hate people who are outside these days, enjoying the sun-shiny remnants of September without a care in the world, and trying to remember, as my mother and her mother and her mother’s mother said before me, “This too shall pass.” All I can say is that it darn well better pass, ’cause this lady isn’t enjoying life one little bit right now’.
Now be a dear, and hand me a tissue and a glass of Sambuca (to cut my cough, you understand), and I won’t put a curse on you and all your household for the good health that you happen to enjoy.
Or maybe I will.
“Double, double, toil and trouble,
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.” (More apologies to Shakespeare and MacBeth.)
I’m sick, and apparently I’m not in a particularly good mood. Deal with it.
And don’t be a stranger! (Now, isn’t that a great ending for such a ranting, twisted post!)