Sick As A Dog

According to Michael Quinion, who writes about the English language, the phrase 'sick as a dog' has been in circulation since at least 1705, when it was first recorded. Although nowadays, dogs are cute and cuddly compagnions, that has not always been the case:

"There are several expressions of the form sick as a ..., that date from the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. Sick as a dog is actually the oldest of them, recorded from 1705; it is probably no more than an attempt to give force to a strongly worded statement of physical unhappiness. It was attached to a dog, I would guess, because dogs often seem to have been linked to things considered unpleasant or undesirable."

Regardless of the phrases origins, right now as I sit in fleece clothes covered in two fleece blankets the concept is hitting home... hard. I am currently 'sick as a dog' and not finding it very appealing. Antibiotics, Chloroseptic spray, Mucus releif tablets, Advil Cold and Sinus, Flonase, Saline spray, and a random mix of caugh drops are currently keeping me partionally functioning. Granted, now that I actually see my laundry list of medications sprawled out in typeface, I feel like an insane pill-popper. Hopefully this cocktail will continue to provide some relief, howevere, since 8:30am will come soon, and Monday morning tend not to be forgiving.

I will likely survive, and until then the Hubs is working overtime keeping me alive and warm as Georgia gets its first flurry of the season. Thankfully he is very helpful in such times, and always comes up with new and creative medicinal assistance - tonight in the form of Seaseme Chicken, Veggie Fried Rice, and Hot & Sour Soup. Something tells me Hubs has hit the nail on the head with that one!

Now, if only I had the energy to re-read this post and see how many lame cliches I used...