It could be worse...

Here I am at work, and I not enjoying the stifled breathing at all, had a strange and disturbing thought pop into my head. I was reading something completely unrelated to work, and along comes this thought "It could be worse, you could have the chicken pox as well." Now that there is a rather unpleasant thought, considering I have never had chicken pox ever. My siblings have had it, in different years, so I have been exposed, but I have never had it.

A greater question is that why are all the desks around me made of plastic and the doors too far to go knock on wood?