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Dec. 22nd, 2011 08:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
healingmirthWas sick all day yesterday, and reasonably miserable when not asleep, and it wasn't until late last night that I realized my cat was totally avoiding me. On the one hand, I'm thankful that he wasn't being a pest, but I could have used the cuddles. Today, still sick but not feverish, and he's all over me like white on rice.
I'm not sure how this has never occurred to me before, but I suppose I can imagine why it's not something that gets documented with frequency. Clearly there should be more Regency novels where people have head colds, or something?
I am totally okay with a little bit of sniffling into one's sleeve on a chilly day or whatnot, or a delicate, or not so delicate, sneeze into a handkerchief. But seriously, how did people cope with head colds before the advent of disposable tissues? Actually, don't tell me if you know, because I don't think I would enjoy the alternatives. Also, it's a little first world problemish, I know.
But seriously. Snot. Everywhere. I can't even. It's a miracle that anyone ever survived anything.
My boss is sort of hilarious in his lack of empathy. Whenever I find out that someone at work is sick, I basically count on whatever they were working on being pushed back a week. When I sent him the e-mail that I was out sick yesterday morning, his reply was "of course you should stay home and rest!" and then his next e-mail had three new assignments and a meeting request for "If you get so bored you can’t stand it, but don’t feel up to coming in." Hokay.
I want to write treats for people who've shown up on the yuletide pinch hit list, but all my idea are ridiculous sprawling massive epics that I probably wouldn't write if I had a whole month. Sigh.
I'm not sure how this has never occurred to me before, but I suppose I can imagine why it's not something that gets documented with frequency. Clearly there should be more Regency novels where people have head colds, or something?
I am totally okay with a little bit of sniffling into one's sleeve on a chilly day or whatnot, or a delicate, or not so delicate, sneeze into a handkerchief. But seriously, how did people cope with head colds before the advent of disposable tissues? Actually, don't tell me if you know, because I don't think I would enjoy the alternatives. Also, it's a little first world problemish, I know.
But seriously. Snot. Everywhere. I can't even. It's a miracle that anyone ever survived anything.
My boss is sort of hilarious in his lack of empathy. Whenever I find out that someone at work is sick, I basically count on whatever they were working on being pushed back a week. When I sent him the e-mail that I was out sick yesterday morning, his reply was "of course you should stay home and rest!" and then his next e-mail had three new assignments and a meeting request for "If you get so bored you can’t stand it, but don’t feel up to coming in." Hokay.
I want to write treats for people who've shown up on the yuletide pinch hit list, but all my idea are ridiculous sprawling massive epics that I probably wouldn't write if I had a whole month. Sigh.
