What was wrong with Tiny Tim?

I have been known to brag about my superior immune system. Not for nothing, but I don’t believe in wasting my time lounging sick in bed. And history supports this theory because I rarely call in sick. So it always comes as a shock when I go down for the count by a mystery illness. Although I doesn’t happen often, I find it difficult to function in normal society when I am under the weather. But I think it goes beyond my low tolerance for pain and suffering. I have fostered this kind of invincible image of the lovable scoundrel who always lands on his feet. And being vulnerable in public doesn’t jive with my hard-ass reputation. But twice a year, I am literally cut down to my knees by a common cold. I have to say my personality undergoes a slight transformation. I become hyper-sensitive to my surroundings. I can become misty-eyed with very little encouragement. I start to rely on the actual kindness of strangers. If you know me, this might seem out of character. And you would be correct. But a kindler, gentler Sebastian does emerge from the wreckage of my compromised constitution. I often think that I am regressing to an earlier version of me, before I developed my current spitfire persona. Perhaps, the essence of me only feels able to reveal itself during these stressful situations. Invariably, I recover from my ailment, and ball-busting business continues as usual. As if Scrooge woke up after the ghosts of Christmas past left the building and decided to remain a douche bag. They say “Men are only as loyal as their options”. Perhaps, I don’t have the strength to be a mean girl during my brief fragile periods. Or maybe I only feel comfortable showing my softer side when I am very ill. Regardless, I confess I have a poor bedside manner of my own. I have been known to shoot daggers at the sick passengers on public transit. And my germ phobia knows no bounds. But I will try to maintain a glimmer of good during my stronger days. I can’t promise you a complete reversal, but I will work on it! This next single is taken from one of my favorite pop-jazz album of the 80’s. The talented Scottish brothers racked up quite a few hits during their chart career. But unfortunately, this was not one of them! But it is a favorite of mine.