Remember how I was sick back in February?  Well, I still am.  Or I am again.  Or something.

And remember how way back when I wrote about how rarely I get sick?  Well, I think karma’s showing it’s friendly face.  I’ve been sick for three of the four months of 2009.

But remember how last year, at this time I was losing my mind, and most of my sleep, two-timing and loving it, and debating medications and monogamy?  Well, I learned a lot from leaning on others to accelerate my recovery, but I’ll take this over that, any day.  And I mean it.

I can’t remember the last time I had an ear infection.  I can’t remember the last time I had a wicked cold.  I can’t remember the last time a medication (besides my beloved Amitriptyline) did not make me sick.

I can, however, remember I have much to be grateful for.  Including you.  And my bed.  And my job.  And my family.  And weather.  And computers.  And a flash mob that dances to the Sound of Music.

Good night.