1. I feel very sick, I think I might vomit.\u00a0
2. Dude, that song is so sick!\u00a0
3. That was sick when he had sex with that gorrilla.\u00a0
4. I am sick of your attitude.\u00a0
5. Who wants to get sick with me?<\/div>\n

Since we live in a ridiculous time when “sick” can now mean both violently ill and also amazingly cool, allow me to clarify: I’m sick\u00a0in the old-fashioned sense. Did you really think a forty-something woman would be using the word in the new trendy slang way? Nah. That would not be “sick”…that would be embarrassing.<\/p>\n

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Sam…or Slimer?<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n So I’m sitting in my bed, bolstered by pillows and cushions to keep me bolt upright, since whenever I tilt even a few degrees to one side I leak snot like some kind of Ghostbusters<\/i> blobby thing<\/a> oozing ectoplasm, when it suddenly occurs to me: I’ve not been ill for ages. Sure, I’ve had the odd hangover, but that’s entirely self-inflicted and doesn’t exactly classify as illness; I mean, anyone who downs wine, j\u00e4ger bombs and cocktails over the course of a lively evening hardly expects (or deserves) to wake up feeling full of beans, right?<\/p>\n No, what just struck me was how rarely I feel as rubbish as I do now, which is as an extra from Thriller<\/i> might do (i.e freshly dug up) and ergo, how lucky I am. I can’t remember the last time I had a day off sick from work. Certainly not in the last two years (and I’m not about to start now: no-one likes a Sicknote). Health is something we all simply take for granted…until it’s not there.<\/p>\n  <\/p>\n