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.
I’m sick.
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.
Poor baby, Mel! I do hope you feel better very soon. Very soon, indeed.
But, how very exciting to learn about books 4, 5, and 6!!
Thanks, Carleen. Are you healthy and well? You seem like it and now I have to be extra jealous of you, obligatorily.
I’m looking forward to to working on these books and living in that world for awhile. 🙂
Well, you may have just jinxed me, actually. If I get sick within the next couple of days, I will place the blame on you. Then you can say, “Poor baby, Carleen!”
Of course, “Suck it up and deal with it, Carleen” what I usually tell myself. At least while at work. Once I get home, it’s a cuddle with my cat and lots of feeling sorry for myself. LOL
By the way…if you write it, I’ll read it. So I can’t wait for all of the future releases! 😀
I’m was looking forward to book 3 and now your saying there’s going to 3 more!!! So psyched! Hope you feeling better real soon. I read somewhere that homemade chicken noodle soup will help, but only if Adrienne made it 😉
I wish she’d bring it over ASAP. I’m watching the door.
From the half dozen times I’ve been sick in the past year, I only feel a teensy weensy bit of pity for you. But enough pity to hope that it isn’t the month-long snot fest that I’ve had…twice…
Nikki, you should definitely take pity on me, as I’m ill equipped to deal with this kind of thing. I have very little sick experience, see? I’m unarmed. You seem like a pro. Send your tips as you see fit.
Hmm. Well, I am a professional. I’d recommend making a lot of moaning/pitiful noises. Overreacting re: the weight of your limbs also doesn’t hurt.
“Oh I do wish I had some tea…”
“I am crippled by aches, but if I only had some tasty tasty soup…”
Also, Advil Cold and Sinus. All the frickin way.
I’m also one of those “never gets sick” people and I understand how horrible it is when you actually, somehow, magically do. Hope you are feeling better soon! Also, congrats on your BSB news! I can’t wait to read them. Ironically enough I was just thinking to myself tonight, “I wonder how the writing’s going for How Sweet It Is?”. I just so love the premise and fall needs to get here sooner 🙂
Thanks, Brooke! I invaded CVS today and outfitted myself with all sorts of cold and flu accessories. I feel like I’m off to sniffles war. I plan to win.
As for How Sweet It Is, I’m excited to start editing it in the coming months as soon as I get my notes back from my editor. Editing is my absolute favorite part of the process.
you know I tried to be sympathetic in Austin…but, nooo. You wouldn’t hear of it. See, Nurses know things.But now, nothing I can do, sorry. 🙁
I would like to claim said sympathy now, please!! I made a mistake and would like reclaim what’s mine. 🙂
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