I’m at the whiny stage of the cold now. It’s like the 5 stages of grief only with a bucketful of phlegm in my head.
Denial: What’s that? a tickle in the back of my throat? It’s nothing. I am not getting sick. No matter that 2 of my colleagues have been swarming with germs in and out of my office, I WILL NOT GET SICK.
Anger: Stupid %$#^%@! coworkers and their stupid $^#&$*!~ germs!!
Bargaining: If I pop 2 Tylenol now, I’ll be fine, I’m sure. I’ll just go to sleep a little earlier, and do my walk tomorrow. Yeah.
Depression: I hab a code id by node ad by froat hurtz ad by node is all red ad nobody loves bee I thig I’ll go ead worms. wwwaaah!
Acceptance: My voice is SO SEXY!
Bonus Stage
Irony: I went to work today. Now I’m the germy coworker! muahahahaha!
Hey pretty internets, tell me more poetry, that will make me feel better.
Edited to add: Pretty please?