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A flu cloud hangs heavy, showering everyone I come in contact with, but it hasn’t hit me yet. I’d rather just get it over with, but instead it knocks down my peeps one by one, plucking them off like sinning victims in B horrors who had it coming to them. When I looked at my guy and saw the telltale glassy eyes, I thought ‘what have I done?’ while chiding him for not wearing a jacket.

This morning, he declared today a “sick day”, and naturally I got excited thinking of all the things we could do with the day, forgetting he was actually too sick to do anything but lie down under a pile of blankets. He’s basically useless. Won’t even eat the weird soup I tried to make for him.

Whatever happened to the fun sick days? The ones where you get relieved of the day’s tasks and armed with a bell. Should you want a glass of cola, just ring the bell and a sibling would fetch it. Should it not have enough ice, ring again. You’d own the remote control and if you wanted to watch What About Bob three times in a row, nobody would stop you. I miss those days.

As one of the millions of people who haven’t had health insurance in my adult life, I’ve picked up a few tricks on avoiding the flu and other sicknesses (water, tea, citrus, no licking the subway pole, etc.). This is purely because I don’t want to pay $100 just to have a doctor tell me what I already know and write a prescription for some generic. It’s been so long since I’ve been sick, I forgot how boring it is. You’re too delirious to read, too ill to eat deliciousness and too shaky to go running with me.

I can’t take all the credit for this flu cloud. Most of the people I know who are getting really sick are those with health insurance. Do insurance cards give off an irresistibleĀ urge to go outside with a wet head? Maybe modern doctors’ offices are cool. I wouldn’t know. Rule number 5 in sickness prevention is to avoid doctors offices. They’re full of contagious sick people.

Stay healthy,

Running in Prospect Park