Last fall, when I was scrambling to get the book done, there was a horrendous flu going around the department. For the two weeks leading up to all my deadlines, I held my breath (metaphorically, mind you), and my mantra was: I will not get sick. I will not get sick. I don't have time to be sick. Sure enough, I got the book MS off (Tuesday), the tenure file submitted (Thursday), and a conference paper delivered (Friday). Saturday, however, the first day that I had everything done, I got sick as a dog for about a week.
And now, here it is, the first day of spring break after a grueling month, and guess what?
Yep: Sick as a dog. Again. Somehow, my body seems to know when the crisis is over, and it waits patiently for me to have time to be done in. I suppose I should be grateful, but I have to travel for a week, beginning Monday. So I'm pushing fluids, eating oranges, taking zinc lozenges, and sleeping as much as possible, because I do not want to fly with a stuffed-up head.