I had a little cold on my first Mardi Gras in New Orleans, but after that I didn’t get sick for years. This was a stark contrast to life in Indiana, where it seemed I came down with a cold every six months or so.

I thought maybe the subtropical climate agreed with me. Ha! Wishful thinking.

Yesterday I had what I thought was an allergy attack. By the time I went to bed it had turned into that familiar sore throat — the same sore throat I had back in May. And in March.

Today that sore throat has blossomed into what seems to be a case of the common cold. Lovely. If previous experiences are any indication, I’ll be down with the sickness for the rest of this week.

Doesn’t really seem fair to be sick three times in five months. Actually, it’s kind of freaking me out. Is there something wrong with my immune system?

PS: I went to get some cold medicine at Walgreen’s. Couldn’t find it. I was slightly feverish and thought maybe I was just having a brain malfunction. But it turns out that, thanks to the state’s new anti-meth law, it’s been relocated behind the pharmacist’s counter. I had to sign for it.

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