Monday, January 26, 2009

Sweet, Sweet, Merciful Death...

... take me now.


Just follow the trail of crumpled tissues, pitiful moans, and gurgled hacks up the stairs to the couch. You might not be able to actually see me, what with the additional tissues, 'medicinal' bottles, lozenge wrappers, blankies, and whatnot, but I'm really here, lying on the couch waiting for your touch.


blergh.


Edit to add:

Bwaha *hack-coff-whimper-hack* haha...

9 comments:

Crucis said...

Murph, I can sympathize. I've been fighting a sinus and ear infection all weekend. It's either suffer the head and ear aches or be drugged up. Yesterday I took the drugs. Today is a work day and I can't.

Snigglefrits said...

Was hoping you'd be better by now Murphy. Sorry to hear you're not.

Get well soon!

Bob G. said...

Sarge:
I've always wondered WHY docs never perfected some type of "medicinal tactical nuke" for these microscpoic insurgent bastages!
Maybe that's why Jack daniels has sold so well over the years...?

Get well soon...hate to see a trooper down.

Carry on
(keep the snotrags close)

Old NFO said...

z-packs... Work wonders. Hope you're up and about soon!

The Loon said...

Please take care it doesn't get worse, Murphy.

Here's a wee get well gift:

A priest (the head honcho who was often in demand at political events) was being honored after 25 years in the parish. However, he was delayed so his second-in-command, decided to say a few words while everyone waited.

"I got a bad impression from the very first confession I heard here. I thought I had been assigned to a terrible place. The very first person who entered my confessional told me had stolen a television and, when questioned by police, was able to lie his way out of it. He went on to say he had stolen money from his parents, embezzled from his employer, had an affair with his boss's wife, taken illegal drugs, and gave VD to his sister. I was appalled.

"But, he continued, "as the days went by I learned that all people were not like that and I had, indeed, come to a fine parish full of good and loving people." Just as the father finished his talk, the politician arrived and apologized for being late. He then immediately began his presentation.

"I'll never forget the first day our parish priest arrived," said the politician-priest. "In fact, I had the honor of being the first person to go to him for confession."

Murphy said...

Crusis - I feel you pain, brother.

Snigs - I was... and then I wasn't.

Bob G - Hmm, note to self: check with AD to see if Jack can be taken via IV...

Old NFO - By the time I figure out what a z-pack is this crud'll probably have run it's course, but it'd be good info for future reference.

Loon - Ha, so... don't go to church, or just don't confess? Ha!

Old NFO said...

Murph- It's a cocktail of antibiotics, etc. my physician (old Flight Surgeon) prescribed it and I got over my cold/flu in about 3 days... Didn't have to hack a lung up either...

Xtine said...

I always knew you were a sick bastard. Thanks for the proof!

Theraflu's warming syrups work wonders. The nighttime stuff is especially awesome. Because of it, I barely remember having mono!

SpeakerTweaker said...

Damn, dude. Hope you're on the mend by now.

When you can lift your head beyond Man-Flu, check your email. Until then, may your agonizing groans be met with gentle yet effective hand-and-foot waiting-on.

Right.



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