Faux fur bedding / Pier 1 Imports porcelain tea cup / Bodum tea press / Edward Marc Gourmet Chocolate Pretzels /ReLuxe patterned hosiery / Lola s Apothecary body cleanser
An Apple a Day …. keeps the doctor away ….
I, on the other hand, haven’t been eating any apples lately but I have been eating much better than I usually do. I actually haven’t eaten this well since I was living at home with my mom (a health food junkie). It’s discouraging then to see how sick I’ve been the past few months. I have a “special needs” immune system. I am very aware of that and I am always taking precautions to ensure that nothing sets it off.
1.)Using my own pens instead of office pens
2.) Clorox wipes and Lysol wipes in every nook and cranny of my house
3.) sanitizing after I shake hands (it’s not that I skeave you)
4.) using the handicapped accessible doors to avoid handles (it’s not because I’m lazy)
5.) vitamins (up to 1000mg of C a day)
But what happens when those precautions are muffled by the greatest cause of infections of all – life? What happens when life and the stress of daily events get in the way? That’s when it appears that I always get sick. It always seems to start with a flare. An ache in the hip. A sob from my shoulder. A shout from my knee. An all consuming exhaustion. Next, a teeny scratch in my throat.
1.)Using my own pens instead of office pens
2.) Clorox wipes and Lysol wipes in every nook and cranny of my house
3.) sanitizing after I shake hands (it’s not that I skeave you)
4.) using the handicapped accessible doors to avoid handles (it’s not because I’m lazy)
5.) vitamins (up to 1000mg of C a day)
But what happens when those precautions are muffled by the greatest cause of infections of all – life? What happens when life and the stress of daily events get in the way? That’s when it appears that I always get sick. It always seems to start with a flare. An ache in the hip. A sob from my shoulder. A shout from my knee. An all consuming exhaustion. Next, a teeny scratch in my throat.
“I’m getting sick.” – I say to Nick.
“You’re always getting sick” he replies.
“I’m getting sick.” – I say to my mom.
“You’re always saying that” my mom says curtly.
But without fail … no matter how many times they tell me I’m wrong … I end up canceling the tutoring, putting in for the sub, purchasing $100 worth of cold supplies … and giving in to the inevitable fate that awaits me – on the couch.
“Oh you are sick!” they say.
Yep. This is one sick chick.
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