Being sick is a chance to slow things down. To take a look around. To realize what’s really important.

Wool socks.

It is my belief that I am making no exaggeration when I say wool socks are the most important thing in the world. Now, maybe it’s because when I am ill I become incapable of thinking about things which aren’t dangling off my immediate body or… or maybe I’m becoming my father.

My dad has asked for wool socks every Christmas I can remember. When Christmas day comes he gets always gets at least one pair and gleefully lets everyone in attendance know his stance on cold feet.

“There is nothing worse.”

I have one dang pair. ONE. One not-very-thick-in-fact-maybe-a-little-on-the-thin-side pair of wool socks. This is not cutting it.

“There is nothing worse.”

These socks are only suitable for display.

How did I get sick? Ooooh you know, only sacrificing my body for my friends by participating in a Dance-A-Thon. Probably in support of H1N1. We raised a lot of money for that widdle disease and I’m sure it’ll make us proud.

It seems somewhere between eating greasy pizza, dancing my heart out to Backstreet Boys and returning for more greasy pizza I contracted a deadly illness.

I say “deadly” because my face is leaking fluids I don’t see regularly (presumably they operate in the background, keeping my eyeballs and lack of a proper nose functioning.) I can only guess how important these fluids are (My Guess: THE MOST IMPORTANT) and thus must announce my probably demise.

Luckily, I have a back up plan. I’ve been leaving behind my DNA in hopes of being cloned. I how this water spilling from my nose will do the trick. To be safe, I’m collecting it in tissues for easy identification by the scientists.

Yet, I’ve run out of tissues. I’ve been forced to find other means of disposing of my face juice. One of my two wool socks has already been used which leaves only one remaining.

I have no more.

“There is nothing worse.”

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