A few weeks ago, Sam and I were talking about being sick. We wanted a day where we were just sick enough to stay home from work. A day when we didn't do anything, and we get away with it. A mini vacation day if you will. For some reason, we just wanted to be really sick. I guess an excuse to lay around.
Well, we both got our wish.
It hit Sam first. Last Monday, he had to go home from work early with what I believe to be the flu. (he thought it was food poisoning) He was so miserable all day long, not being able even to sleep. He asked me"why did I wish to be sick." By Tuesday he was alright at back at work.
Then it hit me. It walloped me. It laughed at me in the face. Yesterday I woke up feeling sick, but I just thought it was morning sickness. As the morning went on, I was feeling worse and worse, finally throwing up in my garbage can at my desk. Thinking that would be the end of it (as it usually is with morning sickness) I continued to work, and continued to feel like crap. Finally, I asked my boss to go home and by that time I was miserable. I couldn't keep my food down, I had a fever, and I ached everywhere. It's continued on today. Not as bad granted, but boy, I got it good. And just like Sam, I asked myself "Why did I wish to be sick."
So, be careful what you wish for.