In keeping with my pattern of confirming that December is the most WONDERFUL time of the year, and January is the most DEPRESSING time of the year, I’d like to also confirm that February is the most SICK time of the year…wait, poor grammar there. How about February is the SICKEST time of the year? Not that much better…
Now, when I say that February is the sickest time of the year, you may think that I mean creepiest or most disturbing. But here I’m actually using the word in its most common meaning: sickest meaning illest. Except I’m not sure illest is a word, either?
Anyway, let me just leave the vocabulary lesson for a moment and explain. For the past 4 years, in a row, I’ve gotten sick during the month of February. For 4 years. In February. And, I don’t mean just a little sick, either, I mean REALLY sick. Observe:
3 years ago, in February, I got the flu with strep throat. Wow, what a bummer for me.
2 years ago, in February, I got the flu with strep throat AND bronchitis. What are the odds?
Last year, I got strep throat and bronchitis. At least, I dodged the flu.
Which brings us to THIS February, and to be very prompt, I got bronchitis/walking pneumonia on February 1. Unbelievable? I’d agree, if only it wasn’t happening to ME!
Needless to say, I get a little nervous towards the end of January. And, I know there are some really great things that happen in February, like Punxsutawney Phil making his yearly appearance, (the groundhog, for those who are unfamiliar with his real name), Valentine’s Day, which includes chocolate, date night and LOVE! Then, of course every 4 years in February, we get the winter Olympics! Ice skating, ski jumping, such excitement! And, if that’s not enough reason to love February, 2 of my children’s birthdays are also in February!
Well, then, what’s not to love about February? I’ll tell you what: fever, coughing, excruciatingly sore throat, headache, sleepless nights and an over-production of mucus!
So, here I am, February 2018, sick again. But, hey, I’m not going to let this get me down, no way! 2018 is going to be a great year, full wonderful times with family, laughter over coffee with great friends and the favor and faithfulness of God.
I’m not sure what you’ve got going on today, hopefully it doesn’t involve kleenex, thermometers and fever reducers like what I’ve got going on, but remember this: life may try to knock us down, but, like the old song says,
“I get knocked down, but I get up again, you are never gonna keep me down.”
That song was popular the year my son was born, 21 years ago, so you youngsters may not recognize it…born 21 years ago yesterday, during February, the sickest month of the year, or the illest, or when I’m the illest or, uh, I don’t know, my head’s a little fuzzy.