I love it when my immune system goes on vacation at the same time as me. It adds that little something extra to the photos, y’know? Red nose, puffy eyes, sweaters in summer.
However, it usually gets back to work once I’m back home. Maybe the death of my cat kept it at bay, in sympathy to her. It probably thought I needed to be alone.
Which is how I’ve managed to remain slightly ill for two weeks straight. First there was a really nasty cold, probably caught off this one guy on the train who kept coughing and wouldn’t put his hand over his mouth (I’m pretty certain everyone in that carriage got sick afterwards). This turned into a dry cough, hesitated around my tonsils then decided to dive right down into my lungs and try brochitis for a bit, was chased out by my actually taking meds and eating properly, leaving the cough, which turned back into a really nasty cold exactly a week after the first one, just in time for me to learn about Kitteh having to be put down, so y’know, I’d need tissues even when I wasn’t crying; and now that seems to have been replaced by a vague but persistent dizziness that won’t go away.
This after three months of near-perfect health, which is quite a lot for me. Maybe my body has decided to have all its illnesses at once to then I’ll be done for the rest of the winter.
I wish.
Mayri Grace 