Why do other people get sick so much?

No, really.  I had a cold in November.  Before that, the last time I was sick was…three years ago, in May?  I’ll grant, that was the flu, but still.

I don’t think of myself as an exceptionally healthy person, but apparently my immune system is really, really robust.  Because I have a number of friends who’re always saying they’re mildly ill, and everyone else seems to think this is perfectly normal.



Saturday morning the last dream I had, thus the one I remember, included trying to clear my throat and not being able to.  When I woke up, the heavy feeling didn’t go away.  I spent yesterday coughing periodically.  This morning, I’m still feeling like there’s a weight on my chest.

I don’t feel sick any other way, but it looks like I’ve managed to get bronchitis again, probably because it was chilly and damp all last week.  Which means that my hopes of making my biking goal this year are officially blasted; I’m going to have to give up on the bike unless the weather’s much better than it’s likely to be.

I’m staying home today in the vague hope of cutting things off at the pass, but I doubt it’s likely.


I think I’ve worked out the root of the reason I’ve been so often sick to my stomach the last few weeks. I’ve started taking a multivitamin that recommends food, and I’ve also got Metformin; the combination is apparently too much for the amount of breakfast I normally eat. My options, therefore, are eat more breakfast or take the vitamin at night instead of in the morning. I think I’m going to go with nighttime vitamin, because getting together a portable breakfast is enough of a hassle already.

For today, I’m glad I have a trashcan at my desk, and the ability to vomit quietly. I shall have to warn the guy when he comes around to empty things…