Ahh, the Luxuries of Being Sick...

Ahhh, how is everyone doing this morning? I'm, well, sick. I can't smell much, can't taste much, have a deeper voice than usual (which is saying something) and a rather sinus-y voice at that. My family keeps bugging me to see a doctor, but I don't know if it's just me, but I don't like going to see dentists or doctors much. It's always the same thing. They check ya out, make you open your mouth real big and say ahhhhhh, make you breathe deeply to check your lungs, may ask you to cough for them, and if you're lucky, for good measure, they may give you a throat culture. Final bill ::clicks numbers on the calculator:: and that comes out to...TOO MUCH! I will trust my advil cold and sinus, nyquil, echinacea, liquids, soup, tissues, cough drops, and bed, thank you. Don't even get me started on dentists. When I was a child ('tis was so long ago), I used to look forward to it, because after the appointment, I'd get to pick out a toy from this basket. I don't get to do that anymore and since I've gotten older (imagine that), so have my teeth. I'm one of the most anal people I know about brushing. I brush after every meal, floss, and use listerine. But, it's never good enough for the peeps at the dentist office. "You should've flossed more." "You should've brushed harder." "Did you use listerine?" "Have you drank any Dr.Pepper or Mountain Dew in the past month?" "Do you eat a lot of sweets?" Okay, so I'm going to basically eat bread, drink water, and live in the bathroom for the rest of my life...brushing my teeth, flossing, and using listerine. Would that make them happy? But, I'm sorry to say doctors, I will not do such a thing, so :P (supposed to be my tongue sticking out, but it's a bit distorted, wouldn't you say?)!

Other than that though, it's actually a be-a-utiful day outside. Yeah, it's a bit on the chilly side, but from the inside looking out, it looks gorgeous. The sun is shining. It snowed a bit last night, so the trees look perrrrty. Skies are clear. If I wasn't sick, this would be the perfect day to play around in the snow, but because of the illness, I believe it's in my best interests to just look and appreciate the beauty today. Maybe tomorrow. It'd make for a beautiful picture too (if only I had a camera...and I do...am just too lazy to get it at this second), but I'm busy typing at this current juncture, so that can wait.

You know how people can misperceive others and say they look or don't look like something/someone? I went to a lot of rock concerts, especially during my high school and early college years (man, I sound old). I'd wear the shirt I bought at the show to school and people would ask me if I went and have this very confused look on their face. "You're into them? You don't look like someone who'd be into rock. You look more like someone who'd be into country or folk." Ahh, yes, those were the days. But, what about when someone is sick. You can usually tell if someone isn't feeling well through facial expressions, body gestures, perhaps a cough, no voice, etc. So, if someone asks this person if they're feeling sick, then they've obviously cued in on the hints portrayed to them by the ill speciman. But, what if a person was just sitting there, watching a television show, feeling fine (but not quite dandy), and someone walks in there and asks, "Are you feeling okay? You look a bit sick..." If I was that person sitting on the couch, chilling, watching tv, I wouldn't even answer. I'd hop up off the couch, find the nearest mirror and see what the heck was wrong with me! Who knows, it could be an evil April Fool's joke, but it'd make the person a bit paranoid, thinking, "What did they see? Did they see something I can't see ::as I look in the mirror observing every inch of my face::" I mean, it'd be like that same person walking into the room and asking their sister, "I've been wanting to ask you this, but are you pregnant?" Say the girl is, then there's no problem. She'd just be turning red and asking, "How did you know?" But, what if she wasn't? Then, that question would ruin her weekend. She'd gallop on over to the nearest mirror and be checking a few things out herself. So, the moral of this story? I don't know if there's a moral. Just be careful about what you ask someone, I guess. I hope everyone is feeling well out there today. I shallst try to get better here, so that when someone asks me if I feel sick, because I look it, I can look them right in the eyes, smile, and say, "Thank you and I feel great."