Ailments Unworthy of Song

I pride myself on my immune system.  I eat healthy to stay healthy and workout (on scattered routine).  My mother always tells me how I was the healthiest baby out of the four of us (suck it, sibs) and rarely got sick growing up.  Of course, there are some ailments and diseases that don't care whether you live a healthy lifestyle or not, cancer being one.  This past weekend I was reading about the Stand Up 2 Cancer benefit concert that took place Friday night.  Taylor Swift (shocker) was one of the performers and she sang a song dedicated to the family of Ronan.  Ronan was 3 when he passed away from cancer, and his mom created a website in his name which Swift followed and ultimately wrote a song about him.  I find it amazing that such an awful and somber story created such a beautiful song.

After watching the clip of her performance, I thought about this past year and how I probably confronted more health issues than ever before.  Luckily, thanks to current day antibiotics my infections were pussies in comparison to any serious disease, and super lame.  The week before Spring Break 2012 I got the bacterial version of pink eye.  In other words, a gross swollen leaky crusty left eye.  My epidemiological background (close to none) tells me I may have gotten that from a public gym.
In June, Connor (boyfriend) and I went to Presque Isle and went on a walk in the woods because we can't be conventional and walk on the beach, and I SUSPECT it was there I was bitten by a Brown Recluse Spider.  Based on further research from the Urgicare Center and Google Images, it's to be said the bite on my upper thigh got infected and a nasty ass crater formed and ultimately left a scar that my dad makes me hike up my dress to show uncles at family weddings for.  My mother is forever ashamed of this practice.

Finally, my last week of summer was tarnished by a urinary tract infection (UTI).  Pissin' fire.  Public health perspective: These can be contracted through multiple means.  Dad's perspective: "That's from having a lot of sex, right?"  To Tom (brother):  Mom told me you were in the room at time of those said words, my sincerest apologies.

Feel free to write a song off this nasty shit, but I'm thankful that the issues aren't severe enough to be song-worthy.

*knock on wood* 
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