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On the Days When Your Body Betrays You
I am, once again, sick.
It feels like I have been more sick than not since I moved from Reno to Northwest Pennsylvania. Of course, I have no empirical data to back this, so I’m willing to chalk that up as one of the many cognitive biases that we’re all so susceptible to.
Either that, or the Eastern part of the country has bugs that are kicking my West Coast-honed Immune System. That realization dawned on me around 5 AM today. I even wrote it down before I went back to bed.
I can’t help but feel that I am supposed to be stronger. I have this feeling all the time, but I feel it especially when I am sick.
I have seen so much shit in my life; some little bastard pathogen shouldn’t be able to diminish me into a sniveling, aching photosensitive mess who wants to lay down, turn on the Dear Evan Hansen cast recording, and chug Theraflu out of a “Yas Queen” rainbow RBG mug.
It’s a fantastic mug. But I’m getting beyond myself.
I should be so much stronger than this. I should be willing to kick the world’s ass. I should be like Chuck fucking Norris, or at least like Chuck Norris is in popular culture, instead of being a sniveling Evangelical Republican pushing a pyramid scheme.
