because it usually happens that I suddenly get sick whenever I have the time to do it. Like maybe right up until the moment that it's physically possible, I just keep on going because I have to. Mind over matter. I'm not kidding.
So like clockwork, every Christmas break, or maybe Spring break, or whatever, I get sick. This year it was Columbus Day weekend. And I was sneezing, sniffling, coughing, and all those other things that it says in the Niquil commercial.
Luckily, by the end of Monday, I was feeling much better. I still have to keep my Ricolas within arm distance and I'm afraid a few of my students may have caught the bug because they have the nagging, hacking cough. I do share my Ricolas, even if it is partically out of guilt.
The good news is that I'm on my way back to being my normal, healthy self. And in the meantime, Nathan is coming home tonight and he's contracted it as well. I knew we would be sharing a lot when we got married like our CD collection (which Nathan claims he can tell ANY disc that used to be mine just because of the beaten-up condition it's in...oh, yeah?...well, whose socks have fewer holes? Hmmm?)
But sharing germs, especially BAD germs, is not a great kind of sharing. Oh, no. More guilt.