C Sickness

C is for coughcoughcough.

Cough-Cubby is bound to Catch a Cold dressed like that.

My body may be more dedicated to the xyzabet challenge than I am. For the second week of C weeks it has decided to come down with a cough and a cold. While I do admire my body's dedication, I can't say I'm enjoying it. It's nothing severe but it doesn't take much for me to stop caring and use even the faintest (and often fakest sounding) of coughs to justify sitting on the couch, eating crackers, and not doing anything else. And the Olympics sure aren't helping either. They're in Canada, it counts!

It's nothing severe and doesn't warrant a check-up (who has that kind of cash or coverage anyway?). But I might need to check some dates. I could be expired. It's feeling about that time. It's important to check...

Here's a comforting comic from picturesforsadchildren, which is appropriate because children starts with C and so does comics, also the author/illustrators last name is Campbell (another C), and I don't want to say it, but I have to, it's sometimes downright Cute (yet another C!). So, see. Also it's probably the only comic that can make you want to smile, cry, laugh, die, hide, and ooh-and-aah all at the same time leaving you conflicted and staring, and hopefully alone.
And that's another thing, if I was a child I would have a parent to comfort and care for me during my time of sickness. Instead I have my mother asking me if I sent the check. And my credit card asking for cash too. Everyone is getting on the C wagon in all the wrong ways. Get off, people!




...I think I need more cold medicine.