A letter to September

Dear September,

The last two of you were pretty awful to me. I've gotten sick during Labor Day weekend both years, and was sick for my birthday... and the whole rest of the month. Two years ago, I had whooping cough, which was not diagnosed until the end of the month. Last year, it may have just been a sinus infection, but it lasted forever, and the coughing and irritated throat ruined closing night of my show.

I realize it's not your fault that I'm allergic to trees and weeds and grass, and otherwise I would totally look forward to Autumn and the changing of trees and crunching leaves and cooling of weather. But, since I AM allergic, please go easy on me. I've been doing my part and getting allergy shots and taking other medication to help ease the process, but anything you can do to help would be greatly appreciated. Can't the continuing physical therapy on my ankle be enough of the physical trouble for now?

I must say, it's hard enough accepting that I'm in my thirties, but to spend the first month of the new year ill is adding insult to injury. Uncool September. The birthday coming up could be especially difficult emotionally. Don't make it worse.

This September, in particular, I really, really want to be healthy. I have a LOT of awesome stuff planned and I do NOT want to be sick for all of it. Please? Pretty, pretty please?

Looking forward to a terrific month free of illness and full of family, friends, and fun. Let's work together to make this a truly epic birthday month. We're making up for the last two, after all!

Thanks for your time.

Sincerely,

Miss Megan