Does Not a Rebel Make

Winter came on with a vengeance, and I was forced once again to run the shall I buy an umbrella debate. I think this one had been going for well over 5 years. Could it be a factor in my perpetual winter cold that starts in mid december and carries through until february. I hate to place blame on something so mundane, but repeat trips to the doctor presenting with variations of the same set of symptoms and a mental printout of a few key definitions from the Mayo Clinic have not lead to diagnoses other than "you have a cold and need to get some rest". I feel that I make a convincing argument and yet am often denied the luxury and excitement of a much required blood test. At the end of the season I am most definitely greatful to not be special enough to have a rare disease, but the stress of possible misdiagnosis weighs heavy.

Back to the umbrella. I returned home one evening a wet rat and because I like to limit clothing changes to twice a day and don't have an inbetween outfit (post work pre bed), sat and shivered for several hours in my apartment. Thank goodness for the lap warming effects of my laptop, it provided a small comfort. But upon aawakening opted to venture forth and rid myself of a preconception that I stubbornly hold on to and buy myself two umbrellas. Pink, yellow, and then suddenly a gift of a black one. When it rains it pours.