You know... like they used to do with smoking?
There were smoking and non-smoking sections in restaurants, motels, movie theaters...
You name it... smokers were separated from non-smokers.
And for good reason.
Now I'm on a mission.
They need to do the same thing with doctors' waiting rooms.
There should be a separate "coughing/sneezing/hacking your nasty-a** phlegm up" rooms.
For the safety and convenience of our other patients.
See, I don't get colds. I just don't.
I. Do. Not. Get. Colds.
But I've got one now.
Oh, I have been known to get the odd runny nose or sore throat, but the whole "I want my NyQuil" thing going on?
But I woke up this morning, and I've got a bloody stinking head cold going on.
No warning, no nothing.
And I thought... "how"?
And then it dawned on me.
I've spent the better part of a week now, in overheated waiting rooms, waiting to be prodded and poked and asked to dress and undress... whilst reading magazines so old, that I just now found out that Brad left Jennifer... for some silly bimbo named Angelina.
And while I was busy having all that fun, there's been a perpetual background noise of cough-ers and sneeze-ers and hack-ers.
Who have now all made me sick.
Well, at least we think so.
There are still a couple of things that puzzle both the GP and the Internist, but it's nothing seriously serious... so we're now just kind of going to sit back and see what happens next.
The kidneys are showing signs of failure, but that seems to be miraculously reversing itself, or clearing or whatever... so it may just be a matter of twiddling our collective thumbs for awhile.
I would say that I've got my fingers crossed, but I can't cross my fingers and twiddle my thumbs at the same time.
Because I've tried.
Oh hell... I just realized.
I can't do either one.
I'll be too busy holding tissues, wiping my nose and eyes, and trying not to sneeze on people.
Yep... there ought to be a law, alright.
For the safety and convenience of our other patrons, we ask that you please refrain from coughing, sneezing or hacking up junk, whilst on these premises.
We thank you for your consideration.
Oh... and I want my NyQuil please.