Miss Porcupine, have you been here lately?
Mrs. M gives me no sympathy when I am sick. She blames even the flu on my smoking: says it’s my own damn fault. I medicate and moan solo for a few days.
When she gets sick is when I can really work: soups, soft boiled eggs, the TV just right.
Fortunately we hardly ever get sick.
I sleep only on one side just in case lightning strikes and someone else wants the other side besides my cat. But Nym, so how YOU doin?
::shoving Trip and dpr aside::
Boys, this woman needs Tender Loving Care RIGHT NOW. (Then good “thank you sex” after she’s better)
Yeah but… who wants to be around whiny sick people?? Don’t you women whine enough??
Did I mention I’m single? 
Chin up, Nym. The cold will be gone before too long. Boyfriends are usually harder to get rid of. Plus, you’ll be in Springfield soon. That alone should put a spring in your step.
Course, I’m debilitatingly single, so what the hell do I know about it?
Hey Mike, preach on, brother!
I say we go find Saph and see how she’s doing.
(You can join us, UncleB, you double posting freak)
Great. Now I’m single, sick AND chopped liver. Feh.
Nym hon, I think you meant “bleah.” 
Were I any more alive, I’d call those fightin’ words, buddy. Given my present state (and wasn’t I looking for sympathy here? You’re picking on me!), this is the best I can manage.
:wally
I got your “Putz!” right here!
It’s not like you’re going to do anything about it, you’d have to get here first!
Oh this is priceless. . .
I said “damn snow” as in damn that white fluffy stuff that falls from the sky. I didn’t say “damn thinksnow” 
Tripler
Wow. Like, my first misunderstoodnessing
Get THERE!!! Now wait just one ding-dong minute! I’M the sick one here! I’M not traveling nowhere, no how! I’m about fixin’ to get well just so I can come over there and kick you…
Okay, I have to go lie down again. The influx of testosterone made me dizzy and weak.
Carry on quibbling amongst yourselves. I’ll be in my coffin if anyone needs me.
Nymysys, dahlink, you know I’d be there for you, but I don’t think you have enough issues for my tastes. Find yourself a little more baggage and then we can talk.
BTW, I REALLY like sex… Just so you know. We can build from that, can’t we?
I got your “influx of testosterone” right here, sweetheart!
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Lines like that, Whammo, I think they know…
Just saying, something wrong with you Chicago guys when both Nymysys and Porcupine are running around with no guys. Either they are real bitches IRL (doubtful) have impossibly high standards (unlikely), or you guys gotta get down to work before Trip gets shot for going AWOL.
If Trip goes AWOL (or UA in Marine terms) I’ll shoot him myself, twice. In the head. Especially if he’s muscling in (and I use that term loosely) on Nymysys. I am the doctor of TLC when the lady is illin. Soup, hot compress, cool wet washcloths, soft music, a kiss on the cheek and a hug, hey compassion is my middle name (except for competition for a lady, then cry havoc, 'cause the dogs of war ain’t shit compared to the 55 gallon drum of Whoop Ass I carry).
Nymysys I really do hope when you read this again you will be feeling like a human being again, seriously. Then we can do that “thank you” sex thing.
I’m not very sympathetic to sick people. This is cause I don’t get sick very much and when I do get sick it’s not as bad as other people who have the same thing. People look at me with shock when I tell them it’s ten years since I took a day of work sick. I took a grand total of 1 (one) day off sick my entire school life.
I also have a weirdo work ethic.
Hey but I like the keen on sex thing. I’m also good at house work and have been known to cook up a pretty good curry.
I know how you feel Nymysys. Sadly i live in Austin, TX though or i’d be glad to at least take you out (if you’d go that is). I lie to myself and try to believe how much i don’t need someone else. It works pretty good too except around the middle of February. At least look at it this way, judging by the comments in this thread, at these people care about you. Were someone like, oh, i dunno, me, to post the same topic i’m sure the general reply would be “Make sure to get your whole head in front of the shotgun, thanks for calling”. Or maybe it’s all in my head. I don’t really know anymore. 
-Dani
The offers are lovely, gentlemen, but I think I’ve reached the point where I prefer death now. However, if any of you will write this cover letter for me that I’ve been trying to wrap my brain around for three days, you can have my dead carcass when I expire. I think all that will be left of it is snot by that point, but it’s all for you if you write me this cover letter.
Oh yeah, now you want me, don’t you? I can tell.
Will this cold never end?
Am I even making sense here? It’s hard to tell with the fever and the eyes swollen shut.
She funny even on her deathbed. If it makes you feel better I caught a whopper of a cold in Central America a few weeks back, and my annoying cough is still haunting me. No, that probably doesn’t make you feel any better, huh? E-mail me the cover letter, I’ll give it the old college try. Eat oranges. Take DayQuil and NyQuil like it’s goin outta style. Vick’s lozenges for the throat. Be good to yourself.
MikeG, you are writing glurge now?
Nymysys, send ME the cover letter. I’ll make it all better, I promise.
(this should be in no way construed as an offer to be your boyfriend)