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I am sick again. I know, I KNOW what you're thinking. This is my third cold in two months. Apparently, the universe is sending me some kind of rest message. I'm trying really hard to listen. All I've done today is sit or lie down. I'm almost done with my book for book group. I really want to go out and play with my friends. I would REALLY like to go to the Glitter sale at Goodwill, but that is just not happening. Just walking upstairs leaves me out of breath and weak. I really hope this cold isn't going to take the same path as the last one and leave me with a two-week long mucousy cough. I'm forcing myself to really rest it out and gag down as much Emergen C as humanly possible. I'm going to the naturopath next week. I've had enough. My chi or yang or yin or woo-woo meridian, or whatever my sister would call it is out of whack. Or my liver is probably clogged or something. I'm sure Dr. Abbdulah is going to take one look at my tongue and shake his head and make me cry by pointing out exactly what is wrong with me. Whatever it is that I've been avoiding. The very thing that keeps making me sick.