Yesterday I was struck by fever, the same fever my daughter had the day before. Only lasted 12 hours or so and left me with a sore throat, but now I'm fine.
One of our friends isn't though--well he is, but he told us yesterday he suffered a heart-attack about a year ago. He lives in Spain and doesn't have email so we speak sporadically--usually when he's pissed. The poor guy didn't even realize he'd had a heart-attack for a few weeks (he experienced chest pains when learning the paraglide or something similar) until he finally got checked out by a doc. So a 37 year old having a heart attack? Not good.
This guy is typically Irish. Too much drinking, too much smoking, too much of everything...not my Irish relatives you understand--just people I know. This guy philosophizes everything with that defeatist poet attitude. And I have to say it pisses me off.
I sound like a bitch, but we all know drinking and smoking and doing no exercise is bad for us, so to shrug and say Ah well and do it anyway pisses me off. There so now you know. I'm horrid.
I wish my friend nothing but good health, long life and happiness, but sometimes we have to clear our head, focus and get on with it. Fairy Godmothers are fantasy, you control your destiny, with just a wee bit of good luck thrown in.