However, it does bring up a point that has always bothered me. Did you ever notice how utterly mundane sounding the word 'cold' actually is? "I caught a cold" is not a phrase that elicits the same awed murmurs that "I fought off a school of sharks armed only with a spork and a packet of mustard" does. And is it any wonder? Sporks are awe inspiring; it's a fact of nature.
Colds, on the other hand, are not, through no fault of their own. They've simply been misnamed. The word 'cold' does not, in any way, adequately describe these diseases' actual presence in our lives. Think about it. You call in sick to work with a 'cold,' and half your c0-workers are simply irritated you're not there. You call in sick to work with the 'hacking, sneezing, death-by-mucus disease,' and not only are they suddenly impressed, they don't want you coming in to work for the next two weeks.
I have had, sadly, more than my fair share of 'death-by-mucus' diseases this last year. I feel like I should become a gold 'cold' card-carrying member - like typhoid Mary, but rather than a harbinger of death, I'm just a harbinger of nasal irritation and annoying coughs.
I don't blame my body; it's trying its best, really.
Really. I caught a rather odd illness a couple years back, had a rare complication, and it'll take my body a few years to be back in fighting form. Until then, I get all the annoying, pitiful, wannabe illnesses that float around town. Another one seems to have taken up residence in my rather chubby excuse for a body this week. Urg.
Ahem. Considering my last post, I suppose I should say that my current feverish bundle of bleh is not zombie related.
Although if it was, would I really tell you? Of course not. I'd let my legion of zombie minions do that for me. And speaking of that, it just makes you wonder just how long it would take to convert a zombie legion of minions, doesn't it? A week? A month?
And how would you do it? Bite 'em? Wonder how many zombies get TMJ that way. Their dentists have to tell them: hold off on the legion building for a while, okay? Just let your jaw rest a little. We'll all be here for you to zombify later. A week or two won't kill you...more. Aheh...well, you know what I mean. Uh, wait, I was just...aaaaaagh!
And there you'd have another member of the legion. Probably why there's not a lot of zombie dentists: it's a dying profession.
You just know this is gonna eventually lead to my brain coming up with a zombie story. Terrifying: a Twisted Zombie. I am actually a little scared at what my mind would come up with. I'm sure I'll find out soon enough.