Last week I started having that fun thing where randomly my nose is stuffed, I am sneezing, my eye is watering, etc. In other words, under the weather, but not enough to call off work, see a doctor or unload $50 at the pharmacy. Other than being mildly sick, the only thing worse is everyone’s dumb advice. I learned once, then had reinforced a few days ago, never tell your mom that you’re sick. Moms are like web MD in that both go for worst case scenario – sniffles? You have SARS cancer. It’s going around.
What does that mean anyways? It’s going around. Like everyone works for the CDC every time they hear of two people getting sick. “My nose is runny.” Say that in a crowed room and immediately everyone has a full rundown of the history of airborne virus patterns in the tri-state, like it’s one bad day away from the Walking Dead. I swear more people freak over a flu shot story than if there are a rash of unsolved murders in their neighborhoods.