my turn

Four and a half years ago, when I interviewed for my job at NFC, I bragged to my soon-to-be boss that I never get sick. And—accident recovery aside—I haven’t missed a day of work for sickness…until last Wednesday. I’ve enjoyed a little too much telling people my theory that my monthly allergy shots somehow serve as immunotherapy. But the spell broke, and some nasty critter took up residence in my upper regions. There’s an upside. Between Valentine’s Day and being the house sickie, I’ve gotten more than my normal share of loving attention from the dear man I live with, and that’s almost worth breaking my wellness record.

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