Drat, I've got the flu and feel almost as bad as this guy looks.
Note that I'll get back to painting and blogging when I recover. I did not intend to take such a long break.
Meanwhile, I'm trying to be philosophical and/or laugh about it:
“Being ill is one of the greatest pleasures of life, provided one is not too ill and is not obliged to work until one is better.”
“The trouble with being a hypochondriac these days is that antibiotics have cured all the good diseases.”
Patient : Tell me doctor, is this flu serious?
Doctor : Well I wouldn’t advise you to start watching any serials on TV.
Bombeck’s rule of Medicine: Never go to a doctor whose office plants have died.
“One of the minor pleasures in life is to be slightly ill.”
“A doctor is the only man without a guaranteed cure for the cold”.
“The art of medicine consists in amusing the patient while Nature affects the cure.”
“If a doctor treats your cold, it will go away in fourteen days. If you leave it alone, it will go away in two weeks.
A man walks into the pharmacy and asks the pharmacist, ”Do you have any acetylsalicylic acid?
“Do you mean aspirin?” says the pharmacist.
“That’s it, I can never remember that word.”
“My dear doctor, I’m surprised to hear you say that I am coughing very badly, because I have been practicing all night.”
John Philpot Curran
And finally this joke from Australia:
The patient went to his doctor because he had flu, and the doctor wrote out a prescription for him in his usual illegible writing. The patient put it in his pocket, but forgot to get the tablets from the pharmacy. Every morning, for two years, he showed it to the conductor as a railroad pass. Twice, it got him into the movies, once into the soccer stadium, and once into the symphony. He got a raise at work by showing it as a note from his boss. One day he mislaid it. His daughter picked it up, played it on the piano and won a scholarship to the conservatory of music.