I’m always sick. It just won’t end. I’ve caught every cold there is to catch this year and then I get well and within a few weeks, I catch a new cold. My body is not being good at fighting off the evil villians invading my immune system and this has just got to stop. Going to a doctor is soon a possibility, now that I have HEALTH INSURANCE! (confetti drops, Oprah shakes my hand)
|it’s Take Your Germs To Work Day!|
It’s ridiculous, because I know better that a doctor can do nothing for the common cold. Rest, soup, fluids, etc. I know there is nothing that could help, but if a placebo will at least fake-work and trick my mind, I’ll pony up the co-pay for a magic drug that does nothing!
I started thinking about it, and I’ve literally never been so sick this often in my life. Not even as a grimy, grubby little child. I start worrying a little, maybe my immune system just ended its tenure and I’m all on my own? What if I have an ongoing infection? Maybe that pain in my side is my kidneys and I have a kidney infection inside me?!
Or … more rationally…. I touch way too many surfaces in public, I work in The Big City now and there’s millions and billions of germs finding their way to me more now than when I worked in a small enclave in the suburbs where I came in contact with less than a dozen people each day. Maybe I should wash my hands more. Perhaps I shouldn’t touch my eyes/nose/mouth as much as I do. It’s bad enough I have to actively tell my brain to forbid my hands from being a face toucher and stop popping zits, but now I can’t even pick my eye boogies, scratch my nose, make chinky eyes for no reason. I’M GROSS!
In conclusion, I need to listen to what my grandmother told me a hundred years ago, stop touching my face and putting my fingers in my mouth, wash my hands and take my vitamins.