I have a rather cynical/sarcastic sense of humor. Most times, I think, I know when not to be cynical/sarcastic. Obviously, if one is cynical/sarcastic at the wrong time, one appears to be a hateful, evil, insensitive person. My goal is to not be those things.
For months now, every cough, every sniffle, every sneeze has been greeted with a “swine flu” comment. It’s that demented sense of humor, combined with my belief that swine flu is the next bird flu which was the next SARS which was the next black plague that never materialized.
I don’t know anyone with swine flu, but my joking about it has ended. It’s certainly widespread enough that my jokes certainly can’t be funny anymore.
Aimee is sick. And while I don’t think it’s swine flu, and even if it is swine flu I know the stats of surviving would be in her favor, but it’s hard to not think about it. Ya know?
Yeah. Fun stuff. Probably won’t be a whole lot of peaceful sleeping tonight in our household. Except for Toby. And the dog. And the cats. They’ll probably sleep fine. Jerks.
