Tuesday, June 20, 2006
It's uncanny how germs seem to strike exactly when it would be most inconvenient for a person to get sick. It's almost like they lay painstaking plans to hit people at the most inopportune times. A couple of examples: the last time I got truly ill was when I had a plane to catch from Seattle back to the east coast in two days – if it hadn't been for some serious horse-pills, I have every confidence my head would have exploded on that plane. Last month, one of my Peace Corps friends who was meant to come to Chicago and join us for the "reunion" weekend got sick the day before he was supposed to catch the plane out – he ended up having to stay home and forfeit the price of his tickets. And now, just when I've entered a phase of my training at FSI wherein missing a single day is unacceptable and can screw up all of the travel arrangements on my way to Korea because any missed hours must be made up, I have gotten sick once again. This, after eight long months of Korean language training during which missing two or three days could easily have been accommodated. I think maybe germs are way smarter than we give them credit for and far more devious than we would like to believe.