Wanna know a secret? I never get sick. I’m sorry to brag, in fact my mother taught me not to, but it’s blissfully true.
Some people are proud of their perfect cartwheels (which I can’t do), or their original recipe for potato soup (which I will eat), but for me, it’s my handy dandy immune system that I often boast about.
Over the last few years, I’ve watched as family member to family member, colleague to colleague pass around one virus after another, while I stayed completely healthy and happy. Secretly, I started to think that I’d cracked some sort of wellness code that others seem to struggle with. Go me! The perfect amount of hand washing, maybe? The lots-of-coffee diet? Or perhaps it’s “mind over matter” – a trick that my really smart mom taught me. (That’s Mom shout out number two!) Probably though, I’m just super special.
Or generally lucky.
But, you guys, something unexpected has happened this week. You’re not going to believe this and if you do, you’re on your own, because I’m floored. Gobsmacked.
As in sore throat, stuffed up nose, and full-on body fatigue. Ahhhh! What? HOW HAS THIS HAPPENED?! And what am I to do about it? This can’t be. It turns out that I am not a superhero as I was beginning to suspect.
As I type this, I sit on the couch like an over active seven year old pouting on a rainy day. I’m pretty pitiful and require copious amounts of head patting. I’ve given the people in my life a sentence to repeat back to me whenever I look like I need a little sympathy. “Poor baby, Mel.” Once its recited with the appropriate amount of sorrow, I nod my head, slowly bat my eyelashes, and look up, extra helpless. It’s all very important to the being sick process. Sudafed and Ibuprofen are my besties right now and HGTV with all their home buying shows is running on a constant loop on the TV in my living room. Somehow, these houses comfort me.
Listen, I don’t know when I’ll be well again, if ever. I have high hopes for tomorrow. Perhaps, I’ll bounce back liked snapped elastic and race into the world ready for action. In the meantime, I’ll blanket-up with my dog buddies, Tucker and Bailey, and figure out what exactly went wrong with my plan. I blame the Mayans.
What else is new? I’m happy to report that I’ve just signed with Bold Strokes Books for the publication of my fourth, fifth, and sixth books: The Soho Loft Novels. Excited to write these new guys and already have a great start.
Also, I’ll be the guest of the Dallas Jewel Book Club on July 16th. You’re invited. Come hang out. 🙂 If I look sick that day, remember the phrase, “Poor Baby, Mel.” 🙂 I jest. I never get sick.