I don’t get sick very often. I eat well, lots of fruits and vegetables, make sure I do not forsake the proteins, drink alcohol moderately (most days), exercise (a lot) and consume enormous amounts of water on a regular basis. I haven’t been to a doctor for anything but a routine checkup in over a year. Which is all part of my rationale as to why I did not get a flu shot this year. Or any other year.
That and the fact I detest needles.
There I admit it. The mere sight of a needle can make me fall faint. For these reasons I will never get a tattoo or will I ever shoot up any drug for sport. So unless it is deemed absolutely necessary I do not raise my hand and offer to have one jabbed into my very delicate and tender skin. That is about to change.
You see I got hit. Hard. For the better part of the last week I was forced to remove myself from normal daily life. I am one of those who this year’s so called epidemic, has left flat out. Fever, aches, chills, headache, sore throat, intermittent upset stomach and the welcome surprise after a holiday laden with food, no appetite.
I had a lot of time to think while I lay in a fetal position in my darkened bedroom, my iPhone within easy reach, wondering where the line between clear thinking and hallucination actually was. I learned some lessons. 25 of them.
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