"If you don't have your health, you have nothing."

I now know how utterly meaningful that old cliche is.

I have been having the worst bout of luck in the health department since I've been overseas. Holy guacamole it's been bad.

First I'm hit with bronchitis. Then some flu. Now I've got Who-Knows-What.

Before you start thinking, "this boy ain't taking care of himself," let me retort by saying it's "…isn't taking care of himself," NOT "…ain't taking care of himself."

And more than that grammar lesson, I've been taking plenty of multivitamins and vitamin C. I'm drinking plenty of water and eating plenty of greens.

I even wash my hands and brush my teeth often. Good hygiene is the staple of good health, my Momma always said.

So why oh why oh goodness gracious golly gee-willikers why am I feeling worse than a damp lukewarm mildewy sock under a Summer sun? Worse than shoving your head into a small but hot toaster oven?

Worse than a college student with ten Final exams in one week and only coffee to eat and drink? (And, if you've ever been in that situation, it's BAD.)

People here have given me a couple of theories:

  1. Since this is my first time out of the States, maybe my immune system is just taking a brutal initiation into the International world of foreign germs?
  2. Most of the Americans I work with in my office have also been contracting all sorts of nasties. Maybe I've gotten ill because of them (those bastards, grrrr).
  3. My manager wondered if it could have been the water in my apartment. It's not exactly diarrhea-birthing material though; London's water system supposedly is fairly clean.
  4. Or, as one coworker said, "you just have a shit case of luck, dude."

Ah, trust my coworkers to know how to make everything better.

This is such a horrible feeling. Major blaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

I'm so sick of being sick.

"If you don't have your health, you have nothing."

Well, I sure do have something… A shit case of luck.

. . .

Have you ever been really, really, really sick?