Posted January 18th, 2004 by Michelle

January 18th, 2004

I mean, is it the 18th? Sometimes it’s hard to know.

I’ve heard that a lot of people get sick when they move to this valley. Something in the air, the pollen or somesuch, or perhaps the lack of pollutants that cause an immune system to completely abandon ship. The thing is, I don’t really care that this happens to “everyone”, I care that it’s happening to me. I’m sick, AGAIN, and I’m totally baffled. How is it possible, this third illness in less that two months. How is it possible that I woke up in the middle of the night, with that all-too-familiar thing in my throat and congestion in my head that is the start of something big and awful?

It seems pretty clear to me. I’m doing something wrong. I don’t mean that as a judgment or even a specifically negative thing. I mean it as simple truth. It’s not like things are hard here. It’s not like I can’t get enough sleep or don’t have access to great fresh vegetables or can’t afford a personal trainer. I can do all three of these things, but I’m clearly not doing them all well enough. I’m not taking full advantage of this wonderful chance I’ve been given. Oh, no, instead I’m complaining about how boring my job is and how early it gets dark and blah, blah, blah.

Well, now, since I’m at work, I prolly ought to stop this diatribe right now. I’m just really tired of this, and since it seems largely self-imposed, I ought to do something about it.