Gen the human biohazard

I am sick. Yesterday I thought I had a sore throat. This morning I couldn't talk. I went to the doctor's office today and he cringed after looking at my throat. He said there was no way I'm going to work this week and gave me a prescription. He took a throat swab and put it into a biohazard bag. But there is still stuff in my mouth. Shouldn't I be put into a giant yellow ziploc biohazard bag? I'm contagious. I could get you sick. We should be separated by a thin layer of plastic don't you think?

When I walked around today and thought my feet felt funny. I couldn't quite put my finger on it until a couple of minutes ago and realized I wasn't wearing any socks all day.

I was standing behind a lady that smelt like tuna. Very strong tuna. It was as if she was wearing a tuna perfume. It was very repulsive but at the same time I couldn't stop inhaling deeply to see if the smell was still there.

When I have nothing to do I like waiting in lines. It helps pass the time. Starbucks, the pharmacy, the B.C. biomedical centre, and finally Rogers Video. Normally I would become impatient and if someone budged in line or took along time I would get crabby. But today I was more than happy to wait. Waiting gave me something to do.

Know how I know I'm sick? I get winded crossing the street. I smell like sick. I sleep more than I'm awake. Despite the weather I crave soup and tea. I have that yucky "haven't showered for a day feeling" and I don't care.

There was a girl up ahead on the sidewalk smoking. I tried to hold my breath while I passed her because smoke bothers me. She wasn't paying attention, exhaled deeply, and stepped forward to put her cigarette out. She almost walked into me so I gasped very heavily...and inhaled the smoke I was trying so hard to avoid. Lovely.