Hi, it’s me Hala. I’m sure you know me quite well—-we’ve been rather inseparable since birth.
I have a question that I’d really appreciate if you’d answer honestly. You know—-since honesty’s always appreciated and since we’re going to be together for a hell of a long time still. (At least, that’s what I hope).
For a long while, spanning more than a few years actually, you have done an excellent—–nay—-a nearly flawless job of keeping unwanted bacteria and viruses away from this little temple of mine. While everyone around me seemed to be catching colds (severe and otherwise), I still remained vibrant and healthy. You were upholding your duties and I was eternally grateful.
So…….WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!?! Ever since December you have allowed at least four separate colds to enter my body and wreak their own brand of havoc. One of them was bad enough to keep me out of school for two days! (The result of which was missing out on a ton of Accounting information I could have used). This highly displeases me.
Now, c’mon. I hardly think I’m abusing you in any way! I am not constantly stressed. I eat some form of breakfast every morning—-granted it’s not the heartiest of meals, but orange juice and some toast is always at hand! I eat at school too…and I don’t think my sleeping patterns are awful, though they could be better. Besides, I’ve had worse situations to deal with and you were still good enough to not allow me to be repeatedly invaded by bacteria.
What have I done to offend you? I’m really trying to be open here. Is there something you need from me that I’m not giving? I’m a little picky when it comes to multi-vitamin pills, though I have been taking them more often recently. Is that what you need? What do I have to do to get you to keep things that make me stuffy-headed and phlegm-throated at bay? I’m serious, Mr. Immune System. Right now, I’m going through my fourth cold. This is NOT FUN. I don’t think it’s any fun for you either, so let’s start some discussion here or I…I…well, it’s hard to threaten something that’s there to keep you alive. But. I won’t be happy. So give me a hint here, all right? Please?
Sincerely,
Hala.
*Goes to blow nose out on tissue #568.*
