# Fuck you very much, rhinovirus

**URL:** <https://boards.straightdope.com/t/fuck-you-very-much-rhinovirus/109468>\
**Category:** The BBQ Pit\
**Created:** [May 17, 2002, 12:10am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/fuck-you-very-much-rhinovirus/109468 "2002-05-17T00:10:09Z")\
**Posts on this page:** 6\
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**Author:** ![Cap\_n\_Crude](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/c/b9e5f3/32.png) [@Cap\_n\_Crude](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Cap_n_Crude)\
**Post date:** [May 17, 2002, 12:10am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/fuck-you-very-much-rhinovirus/109468/1 "2002-05-17T00:10:09Z")

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So I’m all set for a weekend with my cousin and 30 of his closest friends at his time share on Fire Island. Drinking, volleyball, and combinations thereof (i.e. winning team drinks) are planned, along with other entertainments, not to mention the chance of meeting some more of the lovely females he associates with. I turn down some of my friends and their offer to get together sometime this weekend and see _Attack of the Clones_, this time with a non-industry crowd. I expect to miss a chance to meet a distant cousin and his wife. I’m ready, I’m pumped, I’m halfway packed.

I’m sick. :mad:

Fuckity-fuck sandwich on stale English muffins. I have to miss a fun time with fun people. It’s too late to make other plans. The other cousin’s wife is newly pregnant and paranoid, so I’ll be allowed to wave to her from across the room before I have to vacate the area.

Plus, I feel absolutely horrid. My throat is scratchy and burning, my voice is weak, my body aches, and my sinuses are starting to back up already. I’m on-and-off feverish, and we’re hitting a patch of warm weather. My room is the warmest in the house, my air conditioner’s thermostat isn’t good at light-duty cooling, and a fan isn’t quite adequate.

This could suck worse, but it would take a natural disaster or a conscious effort on somebody else’s part. Sometimes I think I couldn’t catch a break if both its legs were broken.

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**Author:** ![Larry\_Mudd](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/l/f14d63/32.png) [@Larry\_Mudd](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Larry_Mudd)\
**Post date:** [May 17, 2002, 2:09am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/fuck-you-very-much-rhinovirus/109468/2 "2002-05-17T02:09:12Z")

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Bummer.

Hork one up for me, woudya?

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**Author:** ![Flamsterette\_X](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/f/41988e/32.png) [@Flamsterette\_X](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Flamsterette_X)\
**Post date:** [May 17, 2002, 3:05am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/fuck-you-very-much-rhinovirus/109468/3 "2002-05-17T03:05:38Z")

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Very much a bummer. I hate when that happens.

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**Author:** ![LolaBaby](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/l/d2c977/32.png) [@LolaBaby](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/LolaBaby)\
**Post date:** [May 17, 2002, 3:17am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/fuck-you-very-much-rhinovirus/109468/4 "2002-05-17T03:17:44Z")

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Bummer. Get well soon, **Cap’n**

I get sick like once every 5 years and I got sick on vacation once, so I feel for you.

Take care and I’d send ya some of my homemade chicken soup, but…get lotsa rest.

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**Author:** ![Cap\_n\_Crude](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/c/b9e5f3/32.png) [@Cap\_n\_Crude](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Cap_n_Crude)\
**Post date:** [May 17, 2002, 5:39am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/fuck-you-very-much-rhinovirus/109468/5 "2002-05-17T05:39:19Z")

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Thanks, all. I’ll try to survive the weekend.

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**Author:** ![Sophie](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/s/35a633/32.png) [@Sophie](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Sophie)\
**Post date:** [May 17, 2002, 10:59am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/fuck-you-very-much-rhinovirus/109468/6 "2002-05-17T10:59:17Z")

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Darlin’, I declare you the Worst Luck-Havin’est Person I’ve Met.

Kidding! Get better soon.

(Got your email; nice to see that you’re alive.)
