After a nice time with my in-laws, it’s back to the grind. Actually, I’m a college professor and so I’m off work for a month. I’m not really even sure when classes start back. Late January / early February. I’ll tune in as the time draws near.
I spent a good chunk of the day at the “Express” Wellness. The room was full of hacking, coughing, angry and sad-looking people. I’m sure they’re all wonderful folks; everybody looks bad when they’re sick. There were babies crying, elderly people (one poor lady just shuffled along without her feet ever leaving the ground), and and a mom fighting the receptionist over insurance verification. ‘Tis the season.
I stood in the corner and read about the government shutdown. Waiting room chairs freak me out.
Turns out I’m not contagious. The doctor did mention that he could write me a note to get me out of work for a few days. I told him that wouldn’t be necessary. I’m sure he assumed I’d be heading back to the coal mines or steel mill like a champ.
I kind of wanted a legitimate, sympathy-enducing diagnosis. I wanted validation. I paid a $50 co-pay for validation. I was diagnosed with post-nasal drip. I’ve started a gofundme. Thanks for any help you can provide.
The weather is lousy. Cold and rainy. If it’s going to be cold, I’d at least like some snow.
Do you realize that we take on New Year’s resolutions during something called “cold and flu season”? Talk about destined to fail. I didn’t see the sun today, feel like crap, and I’m supposed to take on the world. I think March is a much better time to take on a resolution.
My 7-year old asked a profound question yesterday (New Year’s Day). What is this holiday even about?
Any day could be New Year’s Day. Right? It’s fairly arbitrary. Like your birthday. There is, actually, some interesting history about our calendar, which you can read here.
I think she was used to hearing stories. This holiday is about Jesus’ birth. This holiday is about Jesus’ resurrection. This holiday is about sending over-priced flowers and balloons to loved-ones—all of which will die and fall (the flowers and balloons; not the loved ones, but maybe them too). New Year’s Day is merely a marker as we hurl around the sun counting down the days until the end of the world.
Happy New Year, everybody!