Off to a Strange Start

So I'm currently headed to work with a 99° temperature....and I wish I could say this was the first time I've gone to work with a fever in the *month* in which I've been working in New York.....but it's not. I think this is the third time I've been sick.... though I can't say for certain because the phlegm tends to run together.  Or rather clump together...grossly.

And I want to work, I don't want to spend the day in bed; I just don't want to be sick. But when I live and work in a Petri dish of germs and take a medicine everyday that kills my white blood cells... well I guess we could say I'm the viruses' ideal woman.

Sooooo I'm in a feverish haze as I head to work. I sat on the floor of the subway this morning, not really feeling like explaining how my body works to complete strangers. The other day a woman asked if I'd give up my seat and I said "I have arthritis so I'm not the best person to ask."  And I didn't look for her reaction, but the idea of her judging me or thinking I'm lying because like everything I have going on in my body, you can't *see* that I'm sick....eh it's just my own personal nightmare.

So I sat on the floor. A few stops in, a woman ended up offering her seat, cleverly and kindly doing it just before the subway stop where previously paralyzed doors planed to open up and consume me.

And it was cute. She dropped her newspaper, I dropped a "we missed you" post office slip, neither of us noticing our own clumsiness and instead meeting in a squat as we both bent down to pick up the others' fallen leaf.

In the mind of a great circus man, he'd think that we shared a "spectacular dance."

So I plan on jitterbugging and hopscotching through this feverish day, hoping to one day have the immunity of Hygieia.