|In my Opinion|
By Amber McManus
Winter, flu go
Winter is such a splendid season, isn’t it? The joys of having to get your car heated up 15 minutes before going anywhere, bundling up in eight layers of clothing to go get the mail, and having to walk extra slow to not slip all over the ice; just priceless. And the best part? The colds and flu that seem to be abundant everywhere you turn. Yes, I’m being sarcastic. I love summer, but winter and I have a bit of a volatile relationship. And this year, it was a bit harder on us as the flu bug just won’t leave our house.
I’ve always prided myself on being able to avoid sickness at all costs; my immune system is really good, and I very rarely become ill. I used to tell my mom that I never got sick because I always got into everything as a kid and built up my immunity by overexposure to germs. It seemed a fairly good argument for not washing my hands. I saw it as germs were everywhere and if I safeguarded myself too much, my body would never come in contact with them, and contact was good. Contact made my body strong. Sounds convincing, huh? Well, maybe not, but I always thought it was a good plea.