One of the few good things about living alone:
When you pull every muscle in your upper back at work because of all the paperwork you had to do while you were on call, you are at liberty to come home and put Bengay all over the affected area. Then whilst smelling like an 80 year old, you are free to put on a hoodie with the hood pulled over your head and the strings pulled tight while blasting the AC because you can't quite figure out if you are hot or cold. And there is no one there to judge your appearance.
The bad thing about living alone in this situation is that when you start to wonder if maybe you have fractured your spine because normally Bengay is a miracle drug that can cure all, no one is there to tell you to shut up and stop being a baby. Subsequently, you spend half the day calling your friends and family for reassurance instead of studying for the in-service exam.
The riveting discussion that arises from this conundrum is: would you rather have a personal masseur or a personal chef?
No comments:
Post a Comment