I just posted on Wednesday about how much I love spring and the warm weather. What I forgot to mention is how much I hate Spring and the crazy airborne pathogens that come with it. Not only do you have to constantly clean your blue now turned yellow car but now you have to control allergies. Oh I guess beauty really pain.
I have to say that the warm weather has been nice. I have gotten to take some nice walks around the neighborhood and when you work in the city you love any weather that is not rain or snow.
This weekend I started to get a sore throat as I finished my work day on Friday and as the night progressed I became in more pain. All weekend my throat felt like it was on fire. When you are a man you don’t take pills. Not even for a headache cause you don’t want to feel weak. This is also one of the reasons why when men get sick they will tell you that no one has ever been sick like them. I know this cause I do it to my wife all the time and she hates it. She tells me all the time that I am a big baby. She is right. I hate being sick even when it is allergies.
Come Monday my face felt completely numb and nose was stopped up. We ate dinner as a family and once we got K-Dub down for her bedtime, my wife and I retreated to our bedroom. We played a game and not the kind of game you would think about when you picture a married couple retreating to their bungalow before 8:00 would play. We both took a Benadryl and waited to see who would pass out first while we both watched TV. My wife made it almost to the halfway point of the latest episode of The Walking Dead before snoring her life away but you have to remember she is pregnant and that baby is sucking her life force.
The next morning I woke up with the usual throat being on fire. I headed downstairs to get some at home work done for my job. I like to get up early in the morning to get a head start on my work. It makes my day run smoother. I called for the Tan Man to come so I could take him out to pee when I noticed my voice was gone. GONE! Like gone like the book Gone Girl except my voice is not a crazy murder like that crazy Amy Elliott bitch. That book was great!
So my wife came down and I showed her my lack of vocal cords and she told me to just try and stay calm. She is always good about calming my nerves about stuff. She knows how crazy hyper I can get about stuff. She was generally concerned. My daughter thought I sounded like Mickey Mouse. She loved it! Daddy’s voice turned into a cartoon character overnight and I was performing my big breakfast show for her. She was an awe. So now I dread heading home from work cause I am constantly going to be compared to Mickey Mouse.
Now you understand why my love for Spring has faded and my lack of enthusiasm is justified. At least until my voice comes back.