This may not be a blog-worthy event for all you mere mortals, but, you see, I never get sick. It's one of my superpowers: I have an Immune System of STEEL.
I have worked hard through the years to hone this skill; babysitting since my early teens (that's how I got chicken pox as a junior in high school, watching the nursery during church choir rehearsals), then working with 1-2 year-olds in a daycare my last years of college, then straight to High School, where I was locked in a poorly-ventilated classroom day in and day out with 160 different germ carriers - and that's not even mentioning the Hallways.
As a result of this grueling conditioning, I do not get sick. Sure, every now and then I might get allergies, but that's nothing. The only time that causes a problem is when my nose is stuffed up enough that I can't get enough oxygen in my brain to replace all the air I'm expelling through talking.
But this weekend, ladies and gentlemen, I got sick. Fever-sick. Lying-in-bed-like-a-worthless-lump sick. And it was not fun.
As a result of The Sickness, I have not accomplished a fraction of an iota of what I was supposed to get done this weekend. And that has me in a less-than-happy mood.
However, I did make a remarkable discovery...
For the past few weeks, I had decided to stop drinking sodas. I figured it was healthier to not drink all that high fructose corn syrup (or aspertame, depending on my mood at the time), so I had cut them out of my diet.
And I got sick.
Last night, when I was battling The Sickness and The Sickness seemed to be winning, I asked Freddy if we had any soda in the house... we did; he shared his Diet Dr. Pepper with me.
This morning, I woke up feelingmuch better (as in, I could rise from the bed).
Are high fructose corn syrup (or aspertame) and carbonation my yellow sun?