Friday, September 25, 2009
Ladies and gentlemen, it's true: I have been felled by the fall cold that strikes many a weak-immuned person.
As thoroughly documented on this blog, my immune system is a total asshole. I have the Bernie Madoff of immune systems. And given the erratic temperatures in Boston lately, it should come as no surprise that I woke up this morning with the telltale scratchy throat and achy sinuses. I look like hell and I feel like crap. Or wait, maybe I look like crap and I feel like hell?
Beyond the obvious culprits (weather, white blood cells that don't do their frickin' jobs), someone or something else must be to blame. In between sneezes, I compiled this list of suspects:
1) Sneezing chick who sat next to me on the T last week (you know who you are)
2) Any of my undergrad students at the Emerson writing center, because let's face it, dorms are cesspools of disease
3) The Republican party
4) My cat, Maude
Ok, so some of these are more likely than others, but still, it's smart to cast the net wide in any initial scapegoat search. When I find out whose responsible for my nasty cold, THEY WILL PAY.