Wednesday: Sickness

So I have a sinus infection, which left me to spend my morning in front of the television with Ivan watching Curious George, his favorite cartoon du jour.  I have many thoughts about Curious George, but I have decided that they all boil down to the fact that George is a menace, with some strain of Conduct Disorder.  It would be so terrible to have Curious George as your pet or your surrogate child as it is.  The Man In The Yellow hat is late to work on daily basis if he makes it in at all based on George's shenanigans.  There is not one instant that you can take your eyes off of George, because as soon as you do, he is letting the elephant out of the zoo or getting on the wrong train and heading for the hills.  The Man In The Yellow Hat is CONSTANTLY about to have a coronary, and it cannot be good for his health.  After watching a couple of episodes yesterday, I decided that George's behavior was clinically significant.

I do not feel that The Man In The Yellow Hat was completely knowledgeable when he agreed to adopt George.  He does not appear to be married and he has no help with the care of George and it seems that there are no daycare centers in proximity of their apartment.  The way things are going for The Man In The Yellow Hat, I cannot imagine that he will be allowed to continue to live in his apartment for much longer.  George is literally hanging out of the window or making some horrible cacophony of sound at every minute that has surely come up in board meetings. Not to mention that one day he stole ALL the recycling bins in the building and made some foul smelling compost IN THE APARTMENT that drew all types of insects and appeared to damage the carpet.

He and George need to throw up their hands, say they tried, and part company.  The Man In The Yellow Hat needs to move on, and George needs to be in an environment where he can receive the care he needs from professionals who can deal with whatever it is he has.

Anyway, I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow and I see antibiotics in my future, and right at Christmas too.  Bleh