As a Dog
I'm sick as a dog.
That seems like a stupid phrase to me. I don't know many dogs who really get sick that much. And the ones I have seen sick just sort of slow down. They don't really seem all that bad off.
The World Wide Words website says this:
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; down the years they have had an incredibly bad press, linguistically speaking (think of dog tired, dog in the manger, dog’s breakfast, go to the dogs, dog Latin — big dictionaries have long entries about all the ways that dog has been used in a negative sense).
So, in other words, nobody has a good excuse for even using such a stupid phrase.
Except that when you're really sick, it just seems to work.
I'm not good a being sick. I'm a whiner and a groaner. I want to be catered to and doted on. I get pissy about being sick and lapse into "Why me, Why now?" quite easily.
ForEx: I'm supposed to be in LA tomorrow night for a hockey game (Red Wings at Kings) then back in LA Wednesday night for the NBA (Kings [different Kings!] at Clippers.) So why now? Why not a week ago when I had freakin' nothing going on?
Who knows. I'm just whining. I'm going to have to cancel a rehearsal tonight that I and a few friends really need. Not sure what to do about this...
Anyway, I'm off to whine some more. And watch LOST. I'm trying to get caught up and am almost done with Season One.
Only because I laid in bed and watched eleven episodes yesterday. ELEVEN! Ladies and Gentlemen, that is roughly 465 minutes of LOST yesterday. 7.75 hours.
I hate being sick...