Mardi Gras is all about denial. Lent, just around the corner, brings sacrifice, penance, a reminder of mortality. Why not put it off and distract yourself with pork fat and fruity cocktails?
Yesterday, I made it as far as the check-in kiosk at a walk-in clinic. For the past month, I've had a periodic cough that sounds like I've swallowed a mastiff. It's mostly gone, unless I find myself around any kind of Clorox wipe, smoke or other air-born particulate. I promised LB I'd go to the doctor, not because I thought I needed to but because I thought I could use my visit as ammunition the next time he needed to go and wouldn't.
In the midst of checking in, I decided I'd rather spend the $75.00 (I've no health insurance) on other things. Important things like Mardi Gras yarn.
Tonight, I'll settle down with a mustard plaster and some Mardi Gras knitting.
I feel better already.