so i survived the plague. barely. what’s with rampant sickness taking over vancouver? seriously people, i need you to take some vitamins and stop passing your goddamn germs around. alrighty. that feels better. but seriously – i was sick for a whole week. like snotty-face, laying-prostrate-on-the-couch-sick. i even had to teach in that state and that was hella painful. i was teaching poststructural theory kids – a mindf*ck on any day of the week – let alone during plague week. so during my almost-death week i stumbled upon some crucial life lessons and i will fill you in asap!
- as the title of this post demonstrates – i am a full-fledged batshit crazy germaphobe. like, for reals. i am pretty sure i cont(r)acted this disease from a fellow conference-goer at a fabulous conference i attended a little over a week ago. fabulous except for the fact that it was ripe with human germs. this is the second time i have almost died after attending a conference. this leads to me to believe that i should stop shaking people’s hands. like EVER. i am currently working on a strategy to never touch strangers that will not turn me into a bonafide nutter (any suggestions would be appreciated). i figure it has made howie mandel more endearing so why not me? when someone goes in for the handshake i’ll just say, “you know that thing that howie mandel has? i totally have that too. so keep your fucking hands to yourself mister” or something equally entirely inappropriate.
- i am pretty good at feeling desperately sorry for myself. when people don’t manage to muster as much sympathy as i have for myself, i kinda hate them.
- i seriously had a virus and not even the norwalk (which my friend M. managed to get at her workplace) and i still questioned if i had the will to live.
- fortunately cadbury cream eggs are out because it is spring/easter-time and they restored my will to live. but just barely. i had to eat at least one a day to keep from seriously freaking out.
- my home became the den of sickness which basically means that due to a lack of cleaning (related to the lack of the will to live) cat fur started to engulf t-bone and me. seriously, if anyone wants cats who constantly shed and yell really loud after they take shits, we have the sweetest pair for you.
- pizza hut pizza also has the ability to restore the will to live. i think it is because it is basically cheese and pepperoni on top of a doughnut. yummy. doughnut pizza.
- i get really spastic when i get sick and become convinced that life will never be as it once was. t-bone tells me it is because i take too much over the counter cold medication but i think it is because demons possess me after the virus weakens my immune system. and no, i didn’t get that idea after watching almost the entire first season of true blood when i was sick. so shut it.
- hbo really does make the wickest television serieses. and yes, i am aware that serieses is not a word.
- it was raining while i was sick and lead to the sickness-induced conviction that i was clinically depressed. t-bone opened the blinds and my clinical depression became more of a general malaise.
- i started to wonder how much a hazmat suit might cost.
- i made t-bone promise me that i would live. and if i didn’t it was so f*cking his fault. *shakes fist*
- i got really angry at oprah. because she never has anything good on her show any more. *throws cat at television while screaming “why are you doing this to me oprah?!!? what have i EVER done to you?!!?! no one cares about people’s dirty houses – you know why? because we ALL HAVE DIRTY HOUSES AND WE DON’T F*CKING CARE ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE’S DIRTY HOUSES! either come clean ours or give us a car or shut the fuck up. now.”*
- t-bone is the bestest sick-person caregiver in the world! he didn’t even mind when i let food fall from my mouth while saying things like: “you call this fucking chicken soup? jesus dude, i’m fucking dying over here!”
these are my current realizations about the nature of my existence. if you too have recently undergone a near-death experience due to a mild illness, please share in the comments section.

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March 22, 2009 at 7:35 pm
Chaos
Love that even in the depths of flu-hell, you can keep your sense of humour. Morbid, slightly depressing humour, but humour all the same.
As for not shaking hands, may I suggest a polite bow? Japanese people have the right idea!
I always thought Japanese bowed lower to people who were older than them out of politeness, but maybe it’s all about aging immune systems and a desire to not breathe the same air as potentially sick people. Either way, you could start a trend. You and your damn Asia fetish
March 22, 2009 at 9:10 pm
Tom
Hm! In much the same way you hate people who can’t muster sympathy for the sick, I hate people who are sick. The same way I hate slow sidewalk walkers and parents who let their spawn run rampant. It’s because I’m a curmudgeon.
Glad you’re feeling better!
March 23, 2009 at 11:10 am
Scott
Brilliant!
#4: I believe that the “creme” in creme eggs is also a preventitive medicine, so I would keep eating them if I were you (and I will, even though I’m not).
#9: Malaise is my new favourite word — it just sums up that “everything is wrong with me despite there being nothing wrong with me” kind of a feeling… it’s like Tuesdays…
Hope you’re all better!
Hugs and kisses (of the no-contact, no-touching, germ-free variety, of course)!
March 23, 2009 at 3:23 pm
roro
“if anyone wants cats who constantly shed and yell really loud after they take shits” – HAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!! Oh, Jacks. If I’d still been sick when I read this, your vitriol would have cured me. I trust your recovery continues apace. And your husband is a brave, brave gentlesapien.
March 24, 2009 at 11:05 am
J-strap
Now I’m afraid of Hungry Jackie AND Sick Jackie. Looks like I’ll need to include some Dayquill in my utility belt of chocolate bars meant only for you
March 25, 2009 at 11:33 am
jscholmes
bowing is the awesomest idea EVER chaos. i will institute it asap. however, you promised to forever keep my asian-fetish a secret. damn you for knowing too much!
tom – i hear you – and i actually think we are on the same page. i ALSO hate sick people because they are the germ-infested good-for-nothings that make me sick. you know the old adage – they should all be shot and/or sent to an island. the germy f*ckers. and your curmudgeon-ness is endlessly endearing. please don’t change.
oh yeah – it is “creme” isn’t it? so dirty. i will take your advice and continue to consume the “creme” in large doses. i will also apply it to “problem areas.” i leave you with that. and sloppy creme-filled hugs and kisses.
oh roro – my vitriol is also good for general malaise (did you like that scott?) and keeping brave gentlesapians in my germy clutches. mwahahaha.
j-strap are you trying to tell me that you always have chocolate bars for me and never give them to me when i say i’m hangry? well, now i’m really mad…
March 30, 2009 at 1:06 pm
Tom
Jacks — thanks for the kind words. I am recuperating through sheer force of will, raw garlic and ma xing yi gan tang. What a shitshow.
Yours in handwashing — Tom