I have a personal policy that I never get sick. Being sick interrupts all of the things that I love to do, and I simply have no patience for it. And I’m true to my word – about 99% of the time, I’m as fit as a fiddle; as healthy as a horse.
[note: Where did these expressions come from? I don’t know much about the fiddle, but I played the cello several lifetimes ago, and that thing was extremely finicky – always going out of tune or pitching a fit if you tried to take it from your warm house to the cold outdoors and back into your gradually warming car. It was hardly a good model for stability. Likewise, I don’t have a lot of experiences with horses. There was a brief stint of horseback riding lessons in elementary school and one ill-fated afternoon of watching dressage on the Hottest Day in the World at the 1996 Atlanta Olympics. I was too busy dying of heat to notice if the horses were the picture of health. It shall remain a mystery.]
Yet I am currently living in the 1%. I had the flu right before Thanksgiving. Gross. Who gets sick right before the holiday that MOST requires all of your senses? Then, I was diagnosed with strep throat. Ewww. A sickness that makes it hurt to eat, talk, and breathe? No thank you. I much prefer being healthy.
So illness, you’ve been put on notice. I will not stand for you anymore. Me and my extra large bottle of Vitamin C supplements are ready to take you down. Go ahead. Just try and get to me.
…but maybe wait until after Christmas.