If you run into my sister Jill, go ahead and give her a thwack on the head for me.
And don't do it to me and say it's because I look so much like her you couldn't tell. It's pretty easy to tell us apart because she's markedly thinner and usually a lot more tan then I am. If she has any color to her skin, chances are she's Jill, not me, so thwack away.
Why, you ask?
Last week, she went with her son Erik on a "mission" trip to the Yakima Valley, where she promptly got a terrible cold, but Jill being Jill, she didn't slow down, and instead proceeded to work in 90-degree heat. OK, kudos to her for being such a trooper.
I talked to her a couple of days ago, and it's been 10 days since she got the cold, and she sounds like hell, and said she's coughing all sorts of gunk up.
ME: "Well, as along as it's not GREEN, you'll probably be ok."
JILL: "It is green."
ME: "You should probably get into a doctor then. Not to hit the panic button, here, but it could be pneumonia."
JILL: "I don't feel that bad."
ME: "Yeah, I think that's why they call it WALKING PNEUMONIA."
OK, so the next day, I call her again, and THIS conversation takes place:
ME: "How you feeling?"
JILL: "Much better today."
ME: "So you're not going to the doctor?"
JILL: "No, I was at a meeting where there was a doctor, and I was coughing the whole time and he didn't say anything."
ME: "Mmmmkay. What kind of doctor was it? Like our brother Jeff's a doctor? (He's got a Ph.D. in Sociology)
JILL: "No, he's a doctor who knows a lot of stuff. You know, like Armin."
ME: "Armin's an Ophthalmologist."
JILL: "No, this one's a preterm baby specialist."
ME: "Well that makes it all better then. I am SO blogging this conversation."
JILL: "Oh no! Please don't!"
ME: "Too late!"
DO YOU SEE WHAT I AM UP AGAINST???