Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Smelly cat, smelly cat...

February 2, 2010

I have spent the past 6 days both sick and at work. I suppose it isn't horrible to be at work if you are sick since having a few days off and being sick seems more depressing. I didn't believe my sinus infection was contagious, so off to work I went. I do finally have some antibiotics and am feeling better today.

There are a couple great things about my sinus infections. One, you get to amuse the nurse at the clinic with the phrase flem factory. I was surprised she had never heard that one before. Secondly, during the latter stages of my illness, I started to lose my voice. The people at work said it made me sound calmer and, since I was more quiet, they needed to listen more closely to hear. I have thought that perhaps I should use this voice more often.

It reminds me of the Friends episode where Phoebe had a cold and when she sang at Central Perk, she sounded much sexier. Her crowd loved this throaty version of her most famous song, Smelly Cat. Once she started to recover, her voice went back to normal and wasn't as appealing. She sought out a sick friend and attempted to lick him or his plate or something I can't remember in order to recapture her sexy voice. I am keeping my infected toothbrush and will bring it back out when I need the crew to pay extra special attention to me some day.

Another fond memory of being sick, was when Beth and I lived in North Carolina. We both caught some infection that had us coughing and sneezing for days. We lived in an apartment, so our neighbor made sure we knew he could hear us. I believe the expression he used was that he heard us barking like a couple of seals. We weren't offended, because we were barking and Beth got really good at catching the beach ball on her nose that week.

This same neighbor was one of those neighbors that would speak his mind, but he did so in such a way that you found it hard to be annoyed. Another neighbor was letting their youngster run around in a diaper outside one day, and mind-speaking neighbor commented that it was just like living in the ghetto. Cute, huh?

So I am off to work again tomorrow, but I hope to be fully recovered for my weekend off, which also happens to be Superbowl weekend. It should be fun. Who are you routing for, New Orleans of Indianapolis? Or do you just care about the commercials? I like both teams, so I am hoping for a good game. If I had to choose one, I would say New Orleans since they have never won one before. We shall see.

Don't forget to buy your snacks and cold remedies at Target. See you there.


  1. When anyone in our family gets that hoarse, scratchy, throaty voice due to a nasty cold, we say we're just impersonating Brenda Vaccaro. Not everyone gets it. In fact, very few people who aren't of a certain age actually know who Brenda Vaccaro is but that's not the point now, is it?