Saturday, October 9, 2010
About a year ago, I purchased some new underwear. It was blue and cute. I put on this underwear and went to work. Things in my life had been supremely stressful, and for some reason in the middle of a math lesson, my body decided that BAM, it would collapse out of the stress.
A few weeks later, I fell ill with some flu-like symptoms. I seemed to rally after about three days. I thought I was getting better. I put on the same underwear when BAM, I fell very VERY ill. I went to the doctor that day and was diagnosed with the Swine Flu, plus a bonus of pneumonia and bronchitis. I didn't have a voice for a month and had to miss 9 days of work. It was awesome.
In January, I put on the underwear again. My father came over to see me that day (as it turns out, that was one of the last times I would see him). I went to bed in that underwear, only to be woken in the middle of the night with terrible nausea and pain in my abdomen. Little did I know that in less than 12 hours I would have an appendectomy and be in the hospital.
I am not a superstitious person, in any way. However, the common denominator was those darn underwear! I threw those away as soon as I noticed that pattern. However, my dad passed away a month later even though I threw those trouble making undies away.
So, perhaps I need to reevaluate the power of the undergarment. What would be a safer choice in underwear? Granny panties? A girdle? Thongs don't seem too secure. Commando seems very risky. Perhaps long underwear is the way to go.
*I do need to give credit where credit is due. This has been a very, very difficult year, but God has been there for me every step of the way and I can see His hand in all of it. Underwear doesn't really mean anything!*