I can’t remember the last time I got sick. Really sick. Stay in bed and complain sick. I know for a fact that in the last year (probably more) I have not had any colds or the flu – no sore throats, chest rattling coughs or runny nose. I think the last time I got sick was a weird 24 hour flu where I had a fever and nausea, but the next day I was fine. Such a shame because I was totally prepared to go down for the count. I called into my doctor’s office to get some Tamiflu, and had the boyfriend bring in soup and orange juice. I was ready to be sick. Didn’t happen.
When I started working in the medical center about nine months ago, I was certain my first year was going to be filled with lots of downtime as my system got used to being surrounded by god-knows what kinds of germs. Hasn’t happened. In some ways this good health worries me. It’s like I’m saving up all my sick for something big. I don’t want something big. Give me some sniffles, a sore throat, etc. You know, just the standard stuff.
Sure, I did have that bout of sciatica around my birthday. But, musculoskeletal doesn’t really count. That counts as an injury, not an illness.
For the past couple of days I may have somethin’ a-brewin’ inside of me. I stayed home from work today because I just felt . . . I dunno. Tired? After I got up around my usual time, I decided to call in sick for the day and then went back and had some of the deepest sleep I’ve had in ages. And I’ve got a throat tickle going on. So, maybe I got a little sumthin’. Maybe? It doesn’t feel flu-y, which is good. I’ll be getting my flu shots soon, so hopefully, I can avoid the flu again this season. But, a cold, an annoying little cold would almost be welcome.