Mono

Who gets mono at the age of 27, you might ask? Well, me, apparently. I blame my ex boyfriend (but then again, I also blame him for the war in Iraq right now). It is such a man thing to do to give a girl mono and then say, "sayonara, adios, cheerio, so long, buh-bye."

Since I'm out of work for two weeks and am a bit bored, my sweet brother sent me a few You Tube video clips to cheer me up. He found this one, for instance, featuring Rusty, a narcoleptic dog. Ben, of course, decided that Rusty had mono, just like me. He's so sweet.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CY5PMT-_rLg

In trying to graciously listen to my body, which is obviously telling me to slow down, I got to thinking about why I got so sick. This got me to thinking about my relationship with the ex, who I dated for about 4 months. In the course of our dating, I got really sick twice, which completely validates my reasons for blaming him. The first time around, I was out of work for four days with the worst case of tonsillitis my internist had ever seen in his many years of practicing. That one was painful, yet I lost five pounds because I couldn't eat, so there was a trade off. I started feeling really sluggish a couple of weeks ago and I noticed that one of the glands in my neck was really swollen...I'm talking jutting-out-of-my-neck swollen. It wasn't pretty. Although I didn't really feel all that bad, I went to the doctor anyway. They said I had tonsillitis again and sent me home with an antibiotic. Well, five days later, things weren't better. Went to an ENT who took blood and diagnosed me with mono. Thanks, doc. Out of work for two weeks, which I know most would agree that was a tremendous bonus, but considering that I had less energy that my dear doggie friend, Rusty, it was no good. You should see me trying to climb the stairs of my apartment. It's quite amusing. It's only three flights.

So I've concluded that the last relationship I was in was, in fact, an infectious one. The question remains, why do people stay in relationships that are not healthy? And even when we may realize that the healthy thing to do is to cut the relationship off, why do we still miss them when they're over?

Merci et au revoir ~