I love spring. My favourite season, besides summer. Trees budding, flowers in bloom, warming temps, no boots–almost perfect. Except for my annual bronchitis. It’s becoming a thing.
Sometimes I beat it, but mostly I don’t. And it’s not that I don’t try to avoid it–I’m the biggest germophobe I know. I carry hand-santizer in my car and purse, and wash my hands constantly whenever I’m home. I won’t eat in restaurants or in fast-food joints during flu season, just in case. I won’t touch the door handles when I leave a public washroom (the rare times I use them), instead stuffing my hand in my sleeve and using THAT.
And I still get sick. It’s a curse, I tell you.
So I’ve just spent the past few weeks sick and weak, but today I seemed to finally turn the corner. So, seeing as how I was getting healthy, I decided to do this:
I dropped the paper shredder on my foot. Actually, it FELL on my foot of its own accord, the heavy shredding portion popping off the paper basket when I moved it, just to spite me.
It’s a curse, I tell you.