I am a hardcore New Yorker. Love it. Defend it at all turns. Relish in walking through the city streets and seeing the beautiful skyline at night. With that said, occasionally I do think New York is a bit tough of a place in which to live. Such were my thoughts one morning as I rode the subway to work.
I recently had the flu. It was horrible. I actually had three things at once. Go big or go home. That’s how I live my life, even in sickness. I got the flu partly because I didn’t get the flu shot. I’m allergic. I carry two epi-pens with me at all times due to my severe allergies; which have gotten worse with time. But that is a whole other story.
I also got the flu, in my opinion, because it is the first time in six years or so that I am riding the subway day in and day out. And while I love the subway system for how extensive it is, it can be a bit much. It can be a shock to the immune system. Coughing and sneezing kids wiping their hands on the seats and poles. Adults using their sleeves as tissue. Used straws all around. As I sat riding the train I kept thinking about how I didn’t want to get another bout of the flu. It’s completely possible. I was beginning to wonder if I needed to walk around in a bubble. No, of course not. I just needed to get re-acclimated to my beloved subway system. Meanwhile hand sanitizer, gym wipes, and my iPod were going to be my friends for the foreseeable future.