Thinking Away a Cold
I woke up this morning with a little bit of a sore, congested throat; the same that Sarah had a few days ago and has since metastasized into a full-blown cold. And the same that Stephanie, a close friend of hers from work, stole from Barb, another friend from work, which is probably where Sarah picked it up as well.
Instead of taking any precautions, I was my usual cocky self. I know I rarely get sick. Somewhere deep down I must have thought it was a good idea to tempt fate, that I was somehow bigger and more important than all of that.
The Karmic Sickness Snowball
I've been working toward the biggest deadline of my life so far, and I admit I felt impervious to any illness. For as long as I can remember, when I have been in the middle of a major project, I haven't caught any kind of sickness. If I was to catch anything, it wouldn't be until after the work is complete. And when the sickness came, it hit me hard, as if its strength had been exponentially building in anticipation of the same deadline.
I know, this can probably be explained. I'm sure my body becomes so exhausted at the end of the project deadline that my defenses are lowered, and I easily lose the fight against any disease-ridden speck I come into contact with. I get it. So play along with me here =)