Four years ago, I got a nasty cough in November that lasted for two months. Three years ago, I got a nasty cough in November that lasted for two months. Two years ago, same deal, last year, same deal, this year it was three months.
So finally, finally this year I went in for allergy testing and... nothing. I have no allergies (except for my long-time allergy to mangoes, which must at least make the top 10 list for "random stupid things it's apparently possible to be allergic to").
On the one hand, this is kind of annoying. For the past few years I've been telling myself each year "meh, probably just allergies, I'll deal with it someday." Now I have to face the fact that apparently my body just can't handle winter.
On the other hand - IN YOUR FACE, SNAN!!!!
Guys. Snan and I each have our individual talents. She's into education, I'm into politics. She learned Latin, I learned Hebrew. She has a large and diverse group of friends, I have close friendships with... let's go with "a very very exclusive group."
But Snan has been better than me at anything physical since roughly the time she was born. Seriously, I wasn't even born breathing. She had me beat right out the gate. It continued with crawling (I never did manage that one), riding a bike (she learned in three hours, I picked up the same skill over the course of three years), and basically anything that requires more coordination than does sitting on a couch.
And now, just maybe, there's one physical thing that I'm a bit better at. Sure, I can't row boats, or climb up a rope, or run marathons (my motto used to be "I'll only run if something's chasing me," but then I realized that if I'm being chased by something that wants to kill me, running will only ensure that the last few seconds of my life are extra miserable. So now my motto is just "no running."). Or do pushups. Or walk without walking into door frames.
But I can breath around cats. And for right now, that's enough to make me feel special.
So finally, finally this year I went in for allergy testing and... nothing. I have no allergies (except for my long-time allergy to mangoes, which must at least make the top 10 list for "random stupid things it's apparently possible to be allergic to").
On the one hand, this is kind of annoying. For the past few years I've been telling myself each year "meh, probably just allergies, I'll deal with it someday." Now I have to face the fact that apparently my body just can't handle winter.
On the other hand - IN YOUR FACE, SNAN!!!!
Guys. Snan and I each have our individual talents. She's into education, I'm into politics. She learned Latin, I learned Hebrew. She has a large and diverse group of friends, I have close friendships with... let's go with "a very very exclusive group."
But Snan has been better than me at anything physical since roughly the time she was born. Seriously, I wasn't even born breathing. She had me beat right out the gate. It continued with crawling (I never did manage that one), riding a bike (she learned in three hours, I picked up the same skill over the course of three years), and basically anything that requires more coordination than does sitting on a couch.
And now, just maybe, there's one physical thing that I'm a bit better at. Sure, I can't row boats, or climb up a rope, or run marathons (my motto used to be "I'll only run if something's chasing me," but then I realized that if I'm being chased by something that wants to kill me, running will only ensure that the last few seconds of my life are extra miserable. So now my motto is just "no running."). Or do pushups. Or walk without walking into door frames.
But I can breath around cats. And for right now, that's enough to make me feel special.
