Sick!

A few months ago I was bragging that I almost never get sick. This is actually pretty true and while I get a little coughing, sore throat or the sniffles once or twice a year for a few days, I haven't been really sick in years of the kind where you just want to stay in bed.

My success streak is still alive although for the last few days I have been battling some minor cold symptoms. They're all related too so its really not a big deal. I had a runny nose which of course led to a slightly sore throat which later started me with a little coughing. Notice I'm really downplaying the whole thing because its really not a big deal. I took a little something to dry up the nose and the sore throat pretty much went away and life wasn't too bad.

I think I know exactly how I got sick too. See, I'm usually really careful about things. I'm not a Howard Hughes germophobe or anything but I do wash my hands regularly when I'm out in public because germs can live even on a doorknob or other surface for 2-3 days after a sick person touches them. Plus when I see a sick person I try not to get too close. I hate doing that because I don't want for my actions to be interpreted as cold or distant or whatever but its just how it goes. If you're sick and you see me and you notice I'm standing far away and I keep backing up as you get closer, don't take it personally. It's probably not your breath or body odor (though I have been known to back up over those things as well). So it was last Wednesday and I met up with some people and there was this one guy, we'll call him Kyle, which may or may not be his real name, I'll never tell. Now Kyle is usually a pretty cool guy, kind of a semi-serious professional who could also pass for a Pearl Jam grunge movement reject in his spare time. So you can see why I would hang out with him. Now before you start thinking that the minute I see anyone I instantly strip off my clothes and start jumping on cocks, hey I do have some self control. Besides, I knew him because his girlfriend is one of my friends so we were just all hanging out. Fun huh?

Okey so the problem was we're out for a drink on Wednesday of last week and he's acting like an asshole. I think I even asked him at one point "hey Kyle, why are you acting like such a fucking asshole". I didn't actually say the word "fucking" but I added it in here for maximum effect. It's what I would have said at the time if I were wittier than I really am. Anyway, he was complaining the whole time about having a headache and not feeling well and that was his excuse for just sitting there, not saying much and acting generally like an asshole. So for the evening I pretty much ignored him because if he felt that bad he shouldn't have been out anyway and besides, I figured he just wanted to be left alone so interaction was probably annoying to him anyway. Okey, so here's the mistake I made. Even though I didn't know the exact details of how he felt bad, I knew that in some way he wasn't feeling well. Yet when we all were saying goodbye to go our seperate ways, I let the guy hug me. Seriously. Can you believe that I let this guy who was complaining about not feeling well hug me? Well if that's unbelievable how about this? He kissed my cheek Oh my god! I let Mr. Sickie hug me, breathe all over me and then plant his germs all over my face. My god what was I thinking!

See, it was only in retrospect though that I figured all of this out. If nothing had happened to me I wouldn't have given it a second thought but of course by Thursday night I was already starting to sniffle and by Friday morning my throat was feeling a little sore. Naturally I started loading up on the meds because I was hoping I'd be okey for the big latex/rubber party on Saturday which I already told you about. I did feel better but going was probably not the smartest thing either because between the cigarette smoke (which I can't stand even on a good day) irritating my throat and eyes and the energetic release of dancing and having fun while dressed in fetish plus add to that contact with all of those people while my immune system was already weak plus the effects of medication on me and I think it was just too much. Sunday was not a good day for my body at all! At least I had a good time though but it definately set back my recovery by several days.

At this point I'm still on the meds though things are looking better. My runny nose (I know how sexy that must sound. Ugh!) is not so runny and I'm feeling better. I went to exercise today as usual and felt pretty good generally. So I think I'm pulling out of this thing and hopefully I won't have to put up with this crap again for a long time. Of course next time someone wants to hug or kiss me, I'm not taking any chances. If I've heard even one health related complaint within 24 hours, forget it. I'm backing up and I don't care how cold or distant that makes me look.