I have a tendency to think rules and statistics don't apply to me. Not because I consider myself above others, but simply because I prefer to be an optimist and assume good things will happen, not bad.
Most times such positive thinking yields benefits. Recently, though, such positive thinking left me laid up and sick as a dog.
(Quick aside: As I pet my dogs yesterday morning while in my sickly state, I pondered that phrase, as my dogs are never sick. The phrase makes no sense.)
Anyway, what happened is this: For quite some time, I had it on my calendar to go visit Bubby and Mac at the end of January. Then, days before my visit, Bubby was confirmed as having the flu, and it was highly likely Mac would come down with it, too. The question arose regarding if I should cancel the trip, considering my MS and what exposure to the flu might do.
I chose to visit them anyway. I assured my daughter—their mother—there was no need to worry because I'd be just fine. And when Mac avoided the flu but came down with bronchiolitis during my visit, I again assured my daughter I'd be just fine.
And I was fine—while I was there. The day after I returned home, though, the super bugs from those little boys settled in, leaving me, well, sick as a dog.
So yesterday, in my sick-as-a-dog state, what did I do? Well, of all the things I should have done, here is what I didn't do:
• I didn't walk my dogs.
• I didn't write the book reviews I need to write.
• I didn't comment on the blogs I should have.
• I didn't complete three articles I was on deadline to write.
• I didn't shower until 4 p.m. (Though I did brush my teeth.)
• I didn't put on makeup nor do my hair after that shower.
• I didn't email sources for an article I need to write.
• I didn't respond to the gazillion emails I should have responded to.
• I didn't write the half-gazillion emails I should have written.
• I didn't read.
• I didn't write.
• I didn't even listen to any music.
What did I do?
I sat on the couch, wrapped up in an afghan with one of my cats, each of my (non-sick) dogs on their beds nearby and watched episode after episode of Downton Abbey—a show whose spell I didn't think I'd fall under but figured I'd see what all the hoopla is about.
What did I learn?
I learned that the rules and statistics do apply to me. Especially when it comes to catching the flu. Doubly that when it comes to being charmed by Downton Abbey.
(Though I've yet to learn why 'sick as a dog' is an acceptable phrase.)
When were you last sick as a dog?