Nyquil

Ugh, I don't feel good. But then, I never feel good when I get home from a trip. I always seem to get sick 30 seconds after the plane lands. Thankfully I don't get sick on vacation, that would be even worse.

So I'm stuck at home wishing my cold medicine would kick in before Dina gets home. If not she'll be tempted to get a funnel and pour fluids into me. Her cure for every sickness is fluids and lots of them. She'll even spy on you to make sure you're drinking enough. I've actually had to sneak off and pour my drink in a nearby plant. Hopefully she won't tie the mysterious plant death to me, I was sure to cover my tracks.

When I get sick I get depressed. So I end up sitting there thinking of all the what if questions. What if I had handled things differently? What if I had made a different choice here or there? What if I could go back in time and change something...

A what if only brings about more questions. It gives you a strange false sense of hope that you can change the past. I can't, and all the cold medicine in the world won't make me delusional enough to think I can. It will however make daytime television infinitely more interesting.

"Never go to a doctor whose office plants have died." -- Erma Bombeck