Murphy's Law

I don't get sick. I haven't had a common cold in years. Can't even tell you the last time I had the flu. I often jokingly tell friends that I'm above the common illness and injuries since they just don't happen for me but when I go, I go big (you know, like the jammed femur). I always knock on wood after saying things like just in case. I must have forgotten one time because I am sick. :-( I blamed food poisoning but a gf says several other people must have eaten bad food too then. The last time I spent all day in bed was 2004. I remember this because I had given two weeks notice at a job that I hadn't taken a sick day in all four years of employment there. During the two weeks I wasn't feeling well and called to say I would be in a few hours late. I called a few hours later and said I would be in at lunch. I called again and said it might be after lunch. I called again and my boss told me the chances of me making it in sounded pretty slim and I might just want to take the whole day off. I was more disappointed to have broken my record than actually feeling ill.

I spent all day in bed nestled in between two cats and one dog that kept throwing me the 'are we ever getting up today' - proof that laying in bed is not part of our routine. I've finally managed to eat something. So much for that long bike ride I had planned for Thursday and Friday. I'm lucky that I took the dog for a walk today. At least I'm up.

The mini-tri is tomorrow. I'll decide later today if I can actually do it. It's very, very short and I'm only using it to practice transitions but I know me...perhaps if I keep repeating to myself "this is just to practice transitions" I won't go all tits out and end up spending another day in bed.