Right up until I moved in, after months of hassle, I felt fine. Despite all the problems, nightmares, even, with selling my house and getting completion on this one I never went came down with anything. Then the day after I moved in, just after Christmas, I got the worst bout of flu I can remember. Days in bed, felling close to death. I'm still getting over it and feeling not 100% by any chalk. I reckon the body (or the mind, or both) saves up our infections for us until it feels we are in a situation where we can more easily cope. Hey, and I have been the one going around telling people how I haven't had a cold or the flu for YEARS!
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