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.