A little over a month ago, let’s call it end of December, a woman at my work and I were talking about ‘stuff’. We happened upon the topic of vitamins and she admitted that she took a B-complex vitamin that also had ‘C’. She also mentioned that since she’d been taking this combination, no day of sickness had come to her.
“Wow”, I thought to myself “no sick days sound good to me”. So the next time I went grocery shopping I picked up the very same formulary. There were 100 pills. “This will last me a little over 3 months”, I thought to myself.
I do a lot of thinking to myself.
Not a week later and I was sick. Nothing major, just your run-of-the-mill cold. I didn’t miss any work and medicine help me run its course. Fine. I’m usually sick twice year – this is just “one of those times”.
No.
Not a week later, I’m sick again. Keep in mind I’m still taking these damn B-complex vitamins that smell like compressed grass. This time, it’s a whopper – I miss two days of work. One thing you have to know about me is I never miss work from being ‘sick’. Ugh, I hate it. But I know that I must get better and not contaminate my contemporaries.
I hate being sick, have I mentioned that before?
As I write this, I am still feeling the effects of it. I had to buy some more medicine today because I was almost out and the sickness is not gone.
There are really two reactions I have when I get sick:
a) Who gave this to me?
b) I must never shake hands or touch anyone EVER AGAIN!
Of course, I realize the silliness of each reaction. It doesn’t matter who gave it to me… the horse is out of the barn. It’s also stupid that I will have no human contact at all. People get sick and it builds up my immunity so – whatever!
I do, however, love the feeling when you ‘turn the corner’ and start feeling better. I especially like the return of energy it brings. I love thinking to myself “Hey, I can breathe again” (and you thought this ‘talking to myself’ thing was just a fad – ha!)
This particular strain of sickness I am living through had a ‘throat’ element of which I was not a fan. It felt as though there was a dry spot in the back of my throat and anything having the faintest of textures felt like sandpaper against my throat. I tried the anesthetic spray but that just seemed to piss my throat off. Felt like friggin’ needles and pins. Ouch!
So, if my form holds out I won’t get sick any more this year. Trust me, that will suit me just fine.
“Wow”, I thought to myself “no sick days sound good to me”. So the next time I went grocery shopping I picked up the very same formulary. There were 100 pills. “This will last me a little over 3 months”, I thought to myself.
I do a lot of thinking to myself.
Not a week later and I was sick. Nothing major, just your run-of-the-mill cold. I didn’t miss any work and medicine help me run its course. Fine. I’m usually sick twice year – this is just “one of those times”.
No.
Not a week later, I’m sick again. Keep in mind I’m still taking these damn B-complex vitamins that smell like compressed grass. This time, it’s a whopper – I miss two days of work. One thing you have to know about me is I never miss work from being ‘sick’. Ugh, I hate it. But I know that I must get better and not contaminate my contemporaries.
I hate being sick, have I mentioned that before?
As I write this, I am still feeling the effects of it. I had to buy some more medicine today because I was almost out and the sickness is not gone.
There are really two reactions I have when I get sick:
a) Who gave this to me?
b) I must never shake hands or touch anyone EVER AGAIN!
Of course, I realize the silliness of each reaction. It doesn’t matter who gave it to me… the horse is out of the barn. It’s also stupid that I will have no human contact at all. People get sick and it builds up my immunity so – whatever!
I do, however, love the feeling when you ‘turn the corner’ and start feeling better. I especially like the return of energy it brings. I love thinking to myself “Hey, I can breathe again” (and you thought this ‘talking to myself’ thing was just a fad – ha!)
This particular strain of sickness I am living through had a ‘throat’ element of which I was not a fan. It felt as though there was a dry spot in the back of my throat and anything having the faintest of textures felt like sandpaper against my throat. I tried the anesthetic spray but that just seemed to piss my throat off. Felt like friggin’ needles and pins. Ouch!
So, if my form holds out I won’t get sick any more this year. Trust me, that will suit me just fine.