Saturday, October 22, 2011

I'm Doomed, I Tell Ya!

There's another reason I hate flying.  I get sick.




When the world ends in the great future pandemic (that the CDC says is only a matter of time), I take great comfort in knowing that I'll be dead in the first wave, if not the actual "patient zero."

Within 6 hours of stepping out of that toxic soup can that we call an airplane, I knew I was doomed.  The scratchy throat, the head congestion.  My boss looked at me with concern.

"This happens every time?"  She asked.  I nodded my head in affirmation.

"Yep.  Change my environment and I become of puddle of diseased misery."

I don't fly often enough to remember this happens, UNTIL it happens.  My last trip was probably over 5 years ago.  My boss is a frequent flyer though.  I suppose you have to build up resistance to all the bacteria floating around inside those things.

"We need to pump some vitamins in you."  She said, recommending a product called Airborne 

"I think it's too late for that.  Plus we've got the return flight tomorrow."  I said.

Back in Charlotte, when we finished up our surgery day yesterday, the Doctor I work for said "'re sounding rough.  Your eyes are glassy too."

"Anyway I can get Workmans Comp?"  I inquired, envisioning leisurely living for my pain and suffering.

Yeah right.

Needless to say, I'll be spending my weekend Kleenex in hand, cup of cocoa beside me, with puppies on my lap. 

I suppose there's worse ways to die.


  1. Hope you feel better soon. Bad enough getting sick, but doing it for work? Eeesh.

  2. So sorry you're under the weather. I swear by Airborne. I take it at the first sign of a scratchy throat. Feel better!