Get Down With The Sickness

Last week my wife and I made an observation; throughout the year, everyone we know gets sick at least a few times. Be it mild, or violently, they became ill fairly often. But we didn't seem to get sick much at all. Neither of us could remember a recent time in which we had be inflicted with anything other than a little sniffles or the occasional headache. We were openly remarking about how we just didn't really get sick all that much. That was our first mistake.

So, of course, this meant that Fate or Karma or Loki or that dick Murphy or some other meddlesome supernatural (or psychosomatic) phenomenon would thus attempt to "teach me a lesson" and infect me with a mild cold or influenza.

Luckily, I keep an ample supply of NyQuil, Benadryl, Tylenol Cold & PM, Ibuprofen, cough drops, bottled water, and tissue paper, among others things. Why have all that if I almost never get sick? Because, I was a Boy Scout once and learned to always be prepared. That, and I'm a bit of a paranoid hypochondriac.

So despite my discomfort and increased sleep requirement, it was fairly mild in comparison; I kept myself medicated, hydrated, and well rested. I know how to kick a cold, by golly.

Didn't consider that, did you Murphy, you meddling sonofabitch?