I’m coming to terms with the reality that I tend to get sick a lot. I don’t know why. I care about my hygiene, so why do I always catch these bugs? Currently, I’m sitting at my parents’ house, and my neck is definitely tender, and I have mild aches and chills, a low fever, and to top it off, a rash on my face. Either my body is rejecting the climate(s) in Washington or I’m having a delayed reaction to hair dye and/or the baby wipes I used to get the random splotches of dye off my face. This is exactly how my face felt and looked in Hawaii last year when I developed heat rash, too, by the way.
I’m sure you all enjoy hearing about my trivial health woes. To make it better, Mom asked me if I was going to go to the doctor if I didn’t get better. Ha, ha, joke’s on me, I didn’t enroll in an individual health plan before I came home! Fiddle sticks.
My hairdresser asked me what I would write about in this downtime between traveling and grad school. So far, I have health problems; however, I feel like I’m encroaching on Fiction and Sanity‘s topics. (She happens to be one of my best friends, a book enthusiast, and a person with rheumatoid arthritis.)
Otherwise, I will probably be writing mostly about my day-to-day adventures, my longing to visit Amsterdam in December (Christmas season in Amsterdam? Yes, please.), and the continuing project of overcoming the Quarter-Life Crisis.
For now, though, I’m going to continue to sit here in sweats, look up 5k training plans, listen to Hype Machine, pretend I don’t miss Super Ninja but I totally do, and look at health insurance plans.
Oh boy, OH BOY!