Before Christmas lots of my coworkers had an upper respiratory ick. I told thm I wasn't going to get it. I refused it.
Now they're passing around a stomach bug and fever. I've refused it, too.
But in the interim I think I'm getting the upper respiratory cough/hack/sniffle shuffle, and I'm less than thrilled. There's nothing that makes a day seem longer than when you can only breathe out of one nostril. If I start coughing a lot I'll have to wear one of those really sexy paper masks.
I hear there's supposed to be power in the written word, so I'd like to officially refuse the sickness in my life, from cold to thyroglobulin. I'm done with you. I refuse you. Go away and pester nobody else.
Well,, its not an exhaust port....
4 days ago