I think I’m getting sick. I’ve taken my vitamin C, overdosing to some extent based on a promise from my Mom that it would, in fact, get me better sooner. I’ve drank my water – 128 oz. a day. I’ve gotten my sleep, opting for my pillow over a non-repeat of Law & Order. Basically, I’ve been trying to take care of myself, and despite my valient efforts, I believe I have lost.

I’m blaming it on anyone and everyone, but mainly My Darling Roommate and my co-worker, both of whom have been hacking up a lung and fighting phlegm with valor. To no avail; they are STILL under the weather. As such, I didn’t want to get sick myself, so I followed the steps above, confident that my best efforts would prevail.

Damnit straight to hell, it didn’t work.

So here I am, on the sunniest, most beautiful of days, sitting in my office while the sun shines outside, coughing and talking all congestedy and noticing the beginning of a sore throat. This is so not fair for so many reasons, one being that I’ve got Red White & Brew tomorrow, a darling boy to meet for happy hour tonite, some much-needed sunbathing and there’s some fun in the sun to be had. Also, I think I just finally got rid of my cough from November, so I deserve at least a couple more months off. And yet, I’m rifling through my drawers to find some Robitussin and a cough drop, and trying to think my way into good health.

That, and wondering how many more Vitamin C’s I can take before I have to call the poison control hotline.