I am currently sick, sick as a dog so they say. I’m pretty sure Charles Darwin is laughing right about now in his little monkey-filled hell over this tiny theory he liked to call “evolution”. Well, us gingers know what survival of the fittest means…trust me, we get it. We get sicker, we get crazier, and we are going straight up – extinct.
Either way, I am currently laying in bed with a heated wheatbag on one side, soup on the other, a mountain of Kleenex (the real name brand kind), a scented candle, and my trusty TV remote….oh….and computer. Let’s not forget the hallowed computer. This month has rocked my world, and more particularly my body. Maybe it’s a reminder I’m not invincible….maybe it’s a reminder that I’m genetically deficient, or maybe it’s the universe giving me what I sort of wanted in a sick and twisted way. I did want to lose a little weight…
Anyways, if you have ever witnessed a dog getting sick, I guess that’s where the saying came from. Apparently it was first cited in 1705 and the theory is that the dog, being closest to humans was the animal most often witnessed getting sick. I guess the author didn’t own a long-haired cat.
If I had to rewrite history and overrule the saying, I guess I would go with sick as a hungover sorority girl, or better yet, sick as a ginger.
It’s no longer a question of staying healthy, it’s a question of finding an illness you like. – Jackie Mason
The Ginga Ninja