I hate getting sick. Who doesn't? It's one thing we all have in common. Well, maybe except if your name is Magic Johnson.
Prior to arriving home on Monday, I stopped at a local pharmacy and picked up some Tussin to help ease myself out of this coughing funk. I noticed that the directions on the box call for, at most, 2 teaspoons of mystery juice every four hours.
My question to the drug-making public is this: if the highest dose is 2 tsp, why are there indicators were 3 and 4 teaspoons are located on this plastic cup? Are there some doctors who tell their patients to take more of this gooey red liquid in lieu of real drugs? Do some people take the cup and try to use it to measure ingredients for a cake mix they're working on?
Whenever I get sick, it seems like some of the worst things happen on a national stage.
- Eight years ago, I was stuck in bed as Dubya started a campaign to sink Iraq into the Persian Gulf. That's worked out pretty well, don't ya think?
- Last April, I was hit with the flu bug and Cho Seung-Hui gunned down 30 students at Virginia Tech.
- Now, Governor Spitzer couldn't keep his veto pen in his pants, leading to calls for his resignation. Was this guy REALY thinking he wasn't going to get caught? Bill Clinton = 100 times more powerful and he got nailed (if you catch my drift).
I didn't know there was a dress code for scandal either. Check out the photo on the left. The Governor's wife, McGreevey, Governor's wife, Spitzer (my mom will get that one). Coincedence?
While they all made for interesting yet depressing television, I still can't wait to get back to 75 percent and get to work.
Instead of wasting bottled water, I've decided to drink lots of tap water, hoping to find the perfect assortment of "human and veterinary pharmaceuticals" to cure what's bothering me. My last mug must have had traces of viagra.
Not sure why...it may be the recent ability to use my groin as a coat rack.
In between school work, I managed to watch No Country for Old Men. Solid movie but a lot of symbolism that basic minds like my own didn't quite grasp. I can see why Javier Bardiem won best supporting actor. The guy scared the crap out of me. It's the only good movie the Coen brothers have done so far. And yes, I hated Fargo. My best picture vote still would have gone to Knocked Up.
A few other things I've noticed while relegated to my bed.
- Millionaire is STILL on TV. What a remarkable run for a gameshow that hit its peak 8 years ago. I used to think Meredith Viera was hot like 2 years ago, but the stress of the Today show has taken it's toll (my apologies to JM for this comment....but it had to be done).
- Drew Carey does an OK job on The Price is Right...although it doesn't seem like that's that difficult of a job. I did see him actually kiss a contestant on the lips. You know that woman is bragging to all of her friends about that one. Either bragging or calling local authroities. That hosting gig continues to get better and better.
- Siena really looked impressive last night against Rider. Unless they get a 15 or 16 seed, I could seem them doing well against a team with a dominant big man and average to good guard play. They went up against a potential NBA project in Jason Thompson and blew his squad out of the gym.
lastly, if Saturday Night Live doesn't do a spoof on The Moment of Truth with Gov. Spitzer this weekend, then they're really missing out. The show has been stench since the return.
10 comments:
Cat,
Very interesting that you are home for key events. ...
Have you ever noticed that when people ask "where where you when the Challenger exploded?" that 50 percent of people always answer "I was home sick that day and watching it on TV."
That 50 percent is my own rudimentary calculation, much like how D.A. once hilariously and wittily calculated at the beginning of an Eye Of The Storm "Did you ever notice that 98 percent of people here are Yankees fans, 1 percent are Phillies fans and 1 percent are Mets fans."
I digress.
And I stand by my number.
I'm calling bullshyte on all those people.
Fifty percent of American students did not stay home from school that day, unless of course there was a massive conspiracy to blow up the space shuttle that day, and they all knew about it.
Which would be really bad, because that would mean I am in the clueless 50 percent upon which the conspiracy was perpetrated.
Wow.....quoting DA. Powerful stuff. I was at school that day, but I remember watching Tom Brokaw show the explosion over and over again. As a matter of fact, it was one of the few times I actually was healthy.
My question is when will DA's blog link be removed from your site? It's almost like a "No Smoking" sign in a NJ restaurant.
There's no need.
If it makes you feel better, Pete, I was also in school the day the Challenger went boom. And I missed an ass-ton of school days in my career (don't tell my mom).
As for my sister, Joker, well, lord knows I rip your family enough not to be able to say shit about it. But that's more than I can say for a certain Columbian gentleman with whom my sister now shares a last name.
And being a Union County parole officer, he carries a gun.
Did I mention what a nice man that police officer is?
Hey....anyone know how to delete full blog entries????
I was in a fourth-grade class watching a hermit crab crawl out of its shell, when Mrs. Halupka came back from lunch and proclaimed "It blew up!"
We then listened to fifth-grader Jimmy Rossi, who was smarter than probably everyone except the NASA scientists working that day, explain how the fuel-cell thing burst and diagram it on the blackboard.
Hate Fargo? What the hell is the matter with you?
By the way, I spent the years of 1984-1988 in a Meister Brau enduced haze a mile from New Jersey's state capital, so what actually happened with this Challenger thing?
Pete: Would I be wrong to assume that Young Jimmy Rossi was also the one kid in the class who enjoyed eating paste?
Joe: If you need more info on the Challenger thing, just go to encyclopedia.com and look up "2007 Mets"
Why didn't you tell me you were doing this? I could have appointed you as a SubScout to gather information about the different brews available at each stadium. That kind of information might have even been more valuable than who was a paste-eater in his youth....
I had posted that I was going for weeks...plus I wasn't sure I would be willing to break Passover for this trip.
I did....and I am going to pay for it I'm sure.
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