Baby Man Cometh...

I started getting a sniffle last night. By this time tomorrow, I will be in the fetal position underneath my coffee table begging for someone to kill me.

Whenever I get a cold, Bing goes away and gets replaced by Baby Man. Baby Man is just like Bing, but he's grumpy (haha! cough! sniff!). I'm not sure where Baby Man lives. It might be my nose, and then he slides out whenever things start to get slippery in there, as I can only image they are right now. I had hoped that Baby Man would not be able to follow me to Georgia, but this is the third time that Baby Man has reared his ugly rear since I have arrived in the South. I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that I teach a lot of freshmen, who are a sickly, filthy bunch. I can ward off Baby Man sometimes. Like this morning. A snootful of Afrin and some cold meds and I can put him down for about 6 hours. (Baby Man looks so precious while he's sleeping.)

But Baby Man can not be kept down. He will find his way out. I am currently fighting him with beer. I figure if I'm going to be sick, I'd rather not mind so much. "But," you are saying, you weird person, "you are giving beer to an infant!" Baby Man gets what Baby Man wants and Baby Man wants beer and wants beer now.

Is like a really pathetic Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

At about 6:00 PM, a Girl Scout with a particularly sharp banana would be able to kill me. And Baby Man will welcome it.

As I felt the cold take hold last night, I thought, "This is pretty fast. I wonder if I have finally caught that damned flu I've heard so much about." I thought, "Am I aching?" I thought I might be, but I'm clearly not. The problem is that I was going to campus to get my flu shots this week, and they don't give out vaccines to people who are already having an immune response. I'm not sure why.

((moan))

HJ