It seems the only times I am truly motivated to write up a post here is when being accosted by some kind of virus or disease.  This may be a function of me generally not having anything of interest to say (which is wildly plausible) or because when sick I can’t do much of anything fucking else.

In recent times, both this winter and last, I have had an alarming frequency of various illnesses.  Last winter it presented as a cold that basically refused to fully go away.  This year it seems to be a mysterious unknown infection that refuses to go away.  I have vehemently upheld the position that my immune system is indeed intact and working, as I get enough comments from friends asking why my body works much like a six-year-old girls might.  I try to stay strong and defend the argument that I am not, in fact, a big pussy.  But that stance is becoming more difficult to support.

This year is no different in that I have been “sick” 3 times in the last month and a half or so.  Normally this would sound alarming, but after the third such occurrance and the symptoms of each being identical to one another, it seems far more likely I’m dealing with some kind of persistent singular infection than repeat diverse offenders.

The only discouraging part of this whole thing – well maybe not the “only” considering being sick every few weeks is pretty god damn discouraging – is that the visits to my doctor have not boosted confidence or reassurance.  The first time I was stricken, I did nothing.  No visit to the physican, waited it out, two days later, healthy.  Second time, thought it might be best to get a doctor involved.  Prescribed antibiotics for an unknown ailment, two days later, healthy.  Third time, once again sought out the medical expertise of someone with a fucking degree in the subject, still unsure of cause.  Best guess at the moment is Strep.  The problem being is every test I’ve taken for Strep (which as of right now is twice) has come back negative.

All I do know is my white blood cell count is through the roof and I feel like shit.  So I guess regardless of the cause, it seems clear my body is fighting off some kind of microscopic intruder.  I’m hoping my check-up appointment today might reveal more to this little mystery.  At least I hope it does because getting sick again in two weeks would really seal the opinion that my demise is imminent.