While everyone around me is battling some kind of wintry malady or other, I'm still standing. In fact, I haven't had a winter cold or flu for as long as I can remember. I don't attribute this to my plant-strong diet or any strength of character. Far from it, in fact. I can only count myself lucky to escape year after year. If I'm doing something right, I wish I knew what it was, so I could keep doing it (or write a book about it and get rich).
No, the only way I ever get sick is if I make myself sick. I have a tendency to worry myself into a nervousness that often settles in my stomach. I can find things to worry about even on the sunniest days, so you'd think these gray days of winter would make me more susceptible. But so far this year, so good.
Today, though, my car was in the shop all day. I had to get it in this week for a smog check before my registration renewal is due next week, so I'd run out of time to put it off. And the dealer talked me into a fluid flush that took them a little extra time. He checked my car's history and was scandalized that this service hadn't been performed already. I got a ride home with a promise that the car would be ready by 3:00 or 4:00 pm.
And so I spent the day totally unproductive, pacing and worrying myself into quite a state. I wasn't worried about the car. I was worried that this would be the day the baby would come, and I'd get the phone call and have no way to get to the hospital. That's what made me so nervous and queasy that I spent half the day (the half I wasn't pacing) in the bathroom. So it's a good thing I never get sick, isn't it?