The sick season is upon us. Daisy has been the only person within our immediate family who has avoided whatever the hell is giving me a headache at this moment. A few statements on health:
1) There are very few things I hate more than my kids being sick. My heart becomes especially torn when I hear them coughing at night and I have done everything I can for them. My children are as crazy as peach orchard boars, which becomes incredibly tiresome, but I would rather have them wild than laying on my shoulder with a temperature. Because if they are laying on my shoulder there is something terribly wrong.
2) I, and many others, expect to maintain our current level of productivity despite our sickness. I wonder why I am grumpy when it is perfectly clear my body is not well. I am short with my kids and co-workers and consider it a character flaw rather than gaining insight into the context of my life.
3) Hypocrisy. You go into the doctor for a cold and they do an "add-on" that makes you never want to visit the doctor again. Have you ever been told to lose weight from a physician who has clearly had one to many cheeseburgers? Have you ever been told to quit smoking from a physician who has tobacco on their breath?
4) The zealots on the other side aren't any better.
Doctor: "You should lose weight"
Patient: "You don't have an ass."
Doctor: "I'm a marathon runner"
Patient: "I hope you drop dead on your next jog"
Anyway, I toast to your good health because it is easy to take for granted.
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