cursedcassandra | Visit to the Grocery Store

It's funny how a particular set of items on the conveyor belt can elicit a reaction from the grocery checker.

Midol, Advil, Tampons, and Oxy 10= (If it's a woman) All sorts of sympathy.

OJ, NyQuil, DayOuil, Kleenex, Tea= Treatment akin to having the plague.

I don't blame the check-out clerk, as a fellow customer-service-retail-slave, I know that my skin crawls everytime I see an obviously sick person approach me with their germ-ridden money in hand. But, damn, it's quite another thing to obviously recoil from the sick customer. *sigh* I can't blame her too much, but it's a little disheartening all the same. I think it has more to do with my mother (the nurse) refusing to let me come home (even for the holidays) when I'm sick. I don't like being socially quarantined, even when it's of seemingly little consequence.

Oy.

I'm sick. Really sick today. I'm so glad I called in sick to work because I'm ten times the stuffed-up exhausted zombie today than I was yesterday. I even brought home the forbidden good drugs because I'm so not digging the whole sick and stuffy routine. It sucks. At least I'm catching up on my daytime television--I was letting my attention slip for awhile there ;)

So Vive La Little House on the Prarie! God bless Montel! You go Sharon Osbourne! I'm going to go drink my Echinecea tea and rot my brain.

Hope the day finds you all well.