Tuesday, September 01, 2009

Break Out The Frickin' Bubbly

Got my first cold of the season. Whoopty-fuckin'-whoo.

I hate being sick. I know, who actually likes being sick? Everyone hates it, nimrod, so take a damn Dayquil and get the hell over it. FYI, whining does not actually treat a head cold. I am doing an extensive study and am just about proof-positive that the whining I've done may have actually worsened my symptoms. This post is my control experiment. You know, to see if written whining has the same effect.

I'm sure the AMA is simply breathless, awaiting my findings. Is there a Nobel prize for advances in medicine?If so, I'm a shoo-in. Except I'll probably still be stuffed up and have to skip the ceremony.

I frickin' HATE being sick!
Posted by Jennie at 8:00 PM
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3 comments:

Bubba's Sis said...

Awww - I'm sorry! Next time I get sick I'll try the whining thing, too. You gotta have more than one subject in a research study like that, you know. I can report, however, that whining did not do much to help when I had the flu this summer. But it couldn't hurt to keep whining, just in case that's the only thing that's keeping you from getting WORSE!

9:45 PM
mah-meeee said...

you and me both! why am i getting sick when it's not cold and flu season????

ugh! let's both break out the bubbly and kick this thing to the curb.

12:00 PM
D... said...

UGH, not fun. Feel better! And I'm glad I don't have to listen to your whining, I just have to read it. ;)

2:44 PM

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