Little Bill

I’ve recently come to the conclusion that there are people out there who are good at being sick, and those who aren’t. By that I mean that there are those of us who can embrace its perks — such as indulging in the freedom to walk around in your PJs all day, watching the original Star Wars Trilogy on the couch and, of course, the beauty that is magically-appearing-at-your-front-door sesame chicken combinations complete with egg rolls. Other benefits include the joy of not being at work, the freedom to sit and read all day if you like, or simply to sleep; curled up beneath stacks and stacks of big fuzzy blankets.

Then there are those of us who see being sick as a curse. Those who would rather bitch and moan about how they’re not getting anything done, how their TPS reports aren’t going to be filed on time. "Oh woe is me, I cannot breathe, I cannot function." I cannot understand this.

I say we should all embrace being sick. It’s a reprieve from the daily grind. It is a part of our lives and we shouldn’t shun it like our drunk uncle Bob, we should welcome it into our world knowing full well that we’ll all miss Uncle Bob’s holiday antics once we’re back at our desks looking at the clock wondering why lunchtime can’t come faster.

All that said, could someone bring me a new box of tissues or two? Mope mope mope. Hee!