I sneezed seven times today.
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Normally this wouldn’t be a fact that I’d share, but it’s extra special. I usually sneeze once a day, if that. So when the number of sneezes gets close to double digits, I know that something is coming. And by something, I mean a cold.
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This could be that I’ve been significantly stressed out the last few weeks. It could be because I don’t have a good winter jacket and walked around East Lansing a crap load without proper gear. It could be that I go outside sans jacket and hat. It could also be that I spent the weekend with two young children who seemed to be getting sick or getting over being sick.
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No matter what the reason, I’m convinced something funky is going on inside my body. What my body doesn’t realize is that I simply can’t afford to get sick right now. I know that I’m due and tis the season, but look at my calendar. Between work, clinic shifts and school I have very little free time to spend being sick. It doesn’t help any that my health insurance expires on Friday. And honestly, I’d rather not be sick when I don’t have a cute guy to take care of me. And while I know he loves me, I doubt he’d fly here for a cold
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So body, you’re not getting sick. You just think you are. You were trying to trick me but I’m onto you now. No sickness. No way. I could possibly squeeze something in after January 5, 2008, so if you could just hold off, that’d be great.
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