Sunday

Sore throat

It's my experience that minor ailments are among the most demoralizing things God ever came up with. (I ended that sentence with a preposition! ---!) People will feel sorry for you if you have influenza, and indeed you are justified in feeling a bit of pity for yourself; but if you have a sore throat, there is only the slight smile and nod, indication being "Buck up, worse may yet come." Unfortunately, I would rather be very ill than have a nagging sore throat. Also, I would rather have a serious slash in my arm than a paper cut. The little things always get to me.

2 comments:

Sarah said...

Er, sorry - that's probably courtesty of me.

Sarah said...

Or courtesy, take your pick.

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