peppering

On my seventh day of sickness, I must have said to me:

"I'm going through a box a day of tissues."

I'm beginning to think I'm even grossing out the dog.

Also thinking that maybe getting antibiotics every time I'm illin' is an all right idea. But no, I'm toughing it out, pretending that my own immune system can kick this thing. That I can take it the next time some open-mouthed horker on the MUNI gets to me. Or however you get sick.

Everyone knows I haven't touched a doorknob, ATM machine button or pay phone with a naked hand in years. One day I hope to walk around with a tissue box on each foot, padding around the haus in complete and utter safety.