Tis the Season

It’s that time of year again. Time for Teh Sick to visit out house.

BDH is a diabetic, so when I say he’s sicker than any 10 people I know, usually it’s not an exaggeration. He gets sick more frequently than others, and is more susceptible to whatever is going around. And what he gets, lasts WAAAAY longer than it should. But that generally means that what he’s got I usually DON’T, since I’m pretty much as healthy as a horse most of the time.

But then, BDH got on some new meds earlier this year and his diabetes became much more under control. And presto! change-o! He didn’t get sick as often. And what he got didn’t last. It was great!

Until the first rumblings of Teh Cold began, which eventually took up residence in his chestal region on the weekend.

Now me, I have been on this 100 Day Challenge fitnessy thing. And that means I am exercising and running and walking and yoga-ing like a fiend. I am FIT! I am STRONG!

I am also TIRED!

And so, consequently, now I am SICK!

Bah.

Oh well. It happens. It’s a cold.

But is anybody else just a TEENSY TINY WEE BIT PARANOID about the whole H1N1 thing? I mean, just a LEETLE bit? And not just for me because, hey, I had the Sydney A flu when it was going around back in ’97 or something and that? Was the sickest I have EVER been. So I figure something that hasn’t even got a PROPER NAME isn’t going to outdo THAT ONE. So whatevs.

But Stinkerbelle? For her, I worry.

She is little. And so I worry. If anything were to happen to her, I would curl up and die. So although I know the chances of picking up this latest bad boy are pretty small, I still worry. You can’t avoid it.

And I am going to watch her like a HAWK as this cold inevitably gets passed on to her. And every other sniffle and complaint until the season is done.