Its 90 degrees out and I've got a cold. I'm not suppose to get colds in the summer. I need hot soup, but all I've got is hotdogs. And I've learned that people lack empathy for the summertime cold sufferer. In the winter, you're given a little slack when you come into work and say you aren't feeling well. In the summer time if you say you're sick, people assume you're just hungover.
And as if being sick isn't pathetic enough. I'm too weak to open the little Comtrex safety sealed pill pockets and I have to sit down in the shower because the water pressure is too much for me to fight against.
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