I think the universe is trying to tell me something

Yippee! I have another respiratory infection! Woohoo!

Oddly, not being able to breathe and hacking up a rainbow of colors isn't upsetting me like it usually does. I carry my meds in a fabulous lime green cosmetics case, drink tea like a grown up and whine like a child so mom makes me soup. (She did, BTW, orzo, spinach, chicken and carrott...mmmm.) Maybe its not upsetting me 'cause right now I'm surrounded by people with real problems and they have, like, the world's greatest attitudes about it.

• Frank is evicting non-Hodgkin's lymphoma from his body and is perkier in his posts that I am after four Diet Cokes.
• I have another friend who just has surgery for breast cancer on Friday, and is facing another surgery 'cause they found more cancer and she's all excited about starting a blog. (No blog yet, or else I'd link to her.)
• Then, one of my best friends lost her dog, seriously, one of the coolest dogs ever, and wrote the sweetest tribute to him.
• Regina spent her weekend at the hospital 'cause her kid had an appendectomy, which the symptoms of course started at 3am 'cause nothing can go wrong during, I don't know, business hours.

And yet all of these people are either learning from their experiences, have some sort of f-you- world,-I'm-going-to-kick-whatever-is- going-on-right-now's-a$$ attitude or they're just being all positive about it.

So yeah, respiratory infection...second one this year? Whatever...that's kids stuff.