Dear Immune System,
I’m onto you. You’re not fooling anyone. In fact, you aren’t even being the least bit subtle.
I know what you’re doing. You’re tired of the fight.
In fairness to you, I can understand why you would be. I get tired, too. I wonder what the purpose of all this suffering could possibly be. I want to lay it all down, for just a little while.
But you’ve really got to buck up.
I’ve found the white flag you’ve been waving at every germ in a 50 mile radius.
And I’ve got a load of reds with its name on it.
Consider yourself warned. Leaning is fine, but this surrender you’ve got going just doesn’t work for me anymore.
I’m putting you on notice. Shape up or…. well, just shape up.
The Person at Your Mercy