The Phenom has the death disease. I think I may just be driven over the edge of sanity from listening to the hacking cough and horking and muttering of "fuck." I have purchased every known treatment and have endeavored to keep the drugs flowing - which is difficult because the Phenom refuses to take pills and acts as if I personally made the drugs taste foul as part of my plan to kill the Phenom. I have taken to making runs to the massive mart just to find a few minutes of escape.
The tiniest bit of me is resentful that when I was clearly on death's doorstep, my throat bursting into spontaneous flame and having coughing fits so horrible as to leave me weak and in tears -- I barely rated any sympathy at all -- and I had to continue going to work. The Phenom acts as if I contracted the death disease for the sole purpose of passing it on to the Phenom.
I bet this is the reason human marriage vows include the bit about "in sickness and in health." Otherwise, you humans wouldn't maintain your households beyond the first flu season.
It has occurred to me that this might actually be some sort of germ warfare. Literally every human I know is suffering a case of the death disease. It seems odd that is should be so widespread. Good thing I don't generally go for conspiracy theories -- or I might weave an elaborate tale blaming the outbreak on the GOP in a diabolical ploy to distract Americans from the war and open mismanagement of tax dollars.
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