Average Jane Gives Up

Even though I’ve quit complaining about my health so much, unfortunately that doesn’t mean I’ve gotten any better. I’m still coughing and coughing, and my head feels like it’s stuffed with cotton. Since it would be nothing short of embarrassing to die of pneumonia in the 21st century, I think I’m finally going to go to the doctor next week. I tried to make an appointment yesterday, but the first time I called, the office’s computer system was down. The second time I called, the office was closed for lunch. If I don’t last the weekend, my survivors can blame them.

I really didn’t want to go through another round of antibiotics this winter. In November and December I had respiratory infections twice, so it seemed like a good idea to try to create my own antibodies this time. That was a good plan for the first three weeks of this go-round; not so much as it’s stretching into a month.

Another incentive for restoring my health is the amount of stuff I need to accomplish in the next week. Here’s a brief rundown, in no particular order:

• Dig out my tax paperwork for a Wednesday afternoon appointment with my accountant
• Replace all the brake pads on my car
• Cook meals to take to a friend and to a local Ronald McDonald House
• Clean up my hideously messy house
• Finally take down the @#$% Christmas lights outside
• Put in 40 hours at work
• Attend a board meeting
• Help out with a children’s activity at a local women’s shelter

I’m sure there’s more, but you can see the pattern: I’m too busy to be sick for a month! This isn’t even a particularly busy week – it’s really pretty typical. If you add in the time I need to set aside to hang out with my husband and the cats, watch the few TV shows I still bother to TiVo, and maybe sleep for a while every day…well, I’m going to have to look into cloning myself to get it all accomplished.