I joke around a lot about things that happen to me that don’t happen to other people, and I think some believe I exaggerate.

But I mean really, who else do you know that has passed out in an elevator and ended up in a next brace on a back board and taking and ambulance to go 100 feet to the hospital (becoming the subject of bio safety lectures along the way)?

I just called the doctor to find out the results for the blood they drew on Thursday. They were supposed to call me back that afternoon and let me know if I had mono but I never heard from them.

So I called today, and was told my results hadn’t come back yet, but if she could have my number they’d call me back when they got them.

Which means most likely they’re lost.

I’m pretty sure I have mono, and I’m treating this illness as if that were so. I also know that there’s nothing I can do but wait till I’m feeling better and slowly work myself back up to where I was.

So I’ll keep on doing what I’ve been doing, which is taking NSAIDs and curling up on the sofa reading.

And maybe use being sick as an excuse to have Chinese or Thai for dinner again.

Am I mad or upset? Nope. Because these things happen. And these things do happen to me with enough frequency that I find it amusing.

In the meantime, you’ll have to excuse me. I’ve got a book to read.