During a winter plagued with several different strains of the flu virus, various gastro-intestinal bugs, and who knows what other various types of germs and viruses whose sole purpose on this earth is to bring you low, I managed to skate through completely and totally unscathed.
While my friends and family were dropping like flies and trying to care for sick kids while sick themselves, I had nary a sniffle.
But as soon as the weather warms up to a balmy, beautiful 70+ degrees? That's when this girl gets sick.
Oh, in the beginning I though it was allergies. Because it's so nice out, and I was spending so much time outside. So it's just allergies.
It is not allergies.
Last night, as I huddled in bed with several layers of blankets, while shudders wracked my body, I begged Winston to jump up in bed with me to keep me warm.
He was all "Whatevs. You're on your own."
And really, I've gotten off lucky. I mean, as I said, I know families who were out of commission all winter because as soon as they recovered from one strain of the flu, they caught another.
But it really doesn't help matters when I'm persecuted at work.
When I got in this morning, did I hear "Hi," or "How's it going," or "Are you feeling any better today"???
Kerri: You look like shit.
Well I feel like shit, so there you go.
And I guess after two days of listening to me blow my nose, she just couldn't take it anymore.
Kerri: Rachel... you need to do something about this. Put yourself out of your misery or something.
Thanks for the love and support
As she started in on me for the third time today, I thought I'd pe-empt her by loudly blowing my nose.
Kerri: Rachel... you're starting to develop man arms.
Kerri: No really. I looked at your upper arms, and they're all ... like bulky. Then I looked at your lower arms, and you can see your veins and stuff. I don't want to see your veins.
You're not allowed to talk to me anymore today.