Well crap.
Jun. 12th, 2013 12:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kellan_the_tabbySo it looks like at least part of the reason I'm abruptly feeling rather like crap is because I'm coming down with a summer cold.
Now, this is more complicated than it looks, because when I'm in a place or situation where I don't feel safe, I don't get sick. I simply ... don't get colds. When I moved in with my friends in Knoxville a couple years ago, getting away from a rather crappy situation back in Colorado (the people I was living with were okay, but my brain REALLY was not), I got a cold within three days of getting there ... after not having had a cold for probably two years. And I got colds probably two more times in the six months I was living with them.
Once I moved out on my own -- into a neighborhood with a meth lab in the apartment building next to mine and occasional knife fights out on the street -- I didn't get sick at all, and the only thing that's happened to me in the year and a half I've been living with my mom is a stomach bug (which, alas, this defense mechanism does nothing about).
So I guess it should come to no surprise that after feeling really pretty good for two weeks straight, my body has decided that I'm safe, and WHAM UGH here I am with a cold.
...I'm not sure what changed. I don't know if my mom is being less of a pain in the ass, or if I've just stopped giving a shit. I do know I've been less stressed about money, even though the last couple months have been REALLY slow business-wise. But even with the cold, I'm pretty willing to go with it.
Now, this is more complicated than it looks, because when I'm in a place or situation where I don't feel safe, I don't get sick. I simply ... don't get colds. When I moved in with my friends in Knoxville a couple years ago, getting away from a rather crappy situation back in Colorado (the people I was living with were okay, but my brain REALLY was not), I got a cold within three days of getting there ... after not having had a cold for probably two years. And I got colds probably two more times in the six months I was living with them.
Once I moved out on my own -- into a neighborhood with a meth lab in the apartment building next to mine and occasional knife fights out on the street -- I didn't get sick at all, and the only thing that's happened to me in the year and a half I've been living with my mom is a stomach bug (which, alas, this defense mechanism does nothing about).
So I guess it should come to no surprise that after feeling really pretty good for two weeks straight, my body has decided that I'm safe, and WHAM UGH here I am with a cold.
...I'm not sure what changed. I don't know if my mom is being less of a pain in the ass, or if I've just stopped giving a shit. I do know I've been less stressed about money, even though the last couple months have been REALLY slow business-wise. But even with the cold, I'm pretty willing to go with it.
