In SARS We Trust

Woke up a few days ago feeling not quiet right (actually, that started a few weeks ago, but that’s another story). Chest constricted, coughing, sore throat . . . head muzzy. Figured it was some springtime cold, allergies, something. Took some vitamin C, a few echinacea tablets, drank a lot of tea (nothing new there) and just kept moving. There’s too much going on to stop and collapse, not even for a day.

Last night it caught up with me, about eight-thirty, when everything in my body said “Nope, you’re done for the week. Pack it in.”

So I did.

Although there is one suspected case of SARS in Michigan, I am more inclined to believe that my symptoms are from too little sleep, too much stress, too much red wine, and way too many cigarettes.

Right. Anybody sees me smoking, you have permission to punch me in the head as hard as you can. As hard as you can.

Mm. Occurs to me that the problem with smoking is that it’s connected to a lot of other activites like drinking alcohol, staying up late, being sad…

Crap.

Well . . . maybe if I drink enough, I won’t be able to stay up late and I’ll be unable to drive (or even walk) to buy cigarettes.

Although, alcohol is a depressant. Which sort of throws a wrench into the sad thing. And I don’t know if I want to end up like poor William Holden.

Double crap.

Right. No more cigarettes or alcohol.

Let the rest take care of itself, yeah?