What Irks Me

I apologize to dooce.com for taking this idea. But I like the word "Irks" better than "Annoy" or "Peeve".

Want to know what irks me the most? Having a cold. I take every precaution on a daily basis to wash my hands. Blow my nose in a Kleenex and promptly throw away without touching the gooey stuff. I wouldn't consider myself Howard Hughes when it comes to germs, but boy do I get pissed when I get a cold. It's the nastiest worst thing to come down with.

As I'm eating my chicken soup, let me just tell you the medication that I've currently undergone. I swear the darn thing came on like a freight train last night with little warning. I felt general malaise, and my throat started the sandpaper feel. I searched the house for my Airborne, and found it where I put it. I took a dose at 8pm, 11:30pm, and then again this morning when I woke up in hell at 5:30am. So, while the Airbone is a miracle drug, it doesn't make it go away completely. I took more Airborne today at 11:30am and now I feel okay - just my throat is killing me. But I've also gargled with Listerine, so take THAT you nasty germs.

And I've pissed and moaned about my cold to anyone in the office who will listen. Because one of those dastardly fiends gave it to me and they are not 'fessing up. So here's hoping I give it back.