The good person in me wants to believe in Karma, but my Germanic heritage also takes glee in the misfortunes of others.
Last fall Scott got sick. Not super sick, but just a few week of sniffles. (He kept saying it was allergies but I knew better). Then I got a little sick. Then he got a little sick again. And then the heavens opened in December and I got the mothers of all colds which lasted about three weeks. Even Scott's parents told me to go to the doctor but honestly what was the doc going to tell me? "Yep, that's been going around, drink plenty of fluids and here's a prescription for cough syrup with codeine." No thank you, I'll save my co-pay and grab the Nyquil.
Sometime after Christmas I saw a friend at an Aztec men's basketball game and she asked me if I was sick and I said yes. Then she proceeded to tell me that I needed to eat kale and all the stuff that she's been eating because she's not sick. I didn't say anything but I was thinking "whatever, sometimes people get sick, stuff happens and it's not the end of the world."
Scott manages (meaning he has to touch) computers for 150 users and works in a building with over 500 student athletes. His building is a human petri dish. The fact that we're not constantly sick is a miracle. And then, Scott has this terrible habit of touching and tugging on his face, especially his lips, when he's bored. Later on I kiss those lips and consequently everything his hands have touched. It's actually quite disgusting if you think about it. I point it out periodically when he does it and say he can't make fun of me for getting sick if he's going to submit me to the germs of the world because he can't stop fidgeting.
But I digress...Back to Schadenfreude and my kale pushing friend. A few weeks after she tried to tell me my diet was the reason I was sick she came down with some sort of upper respiratory infection for a couple weeks. And now she's sick again. (Oh, and how do I know this? Because she always posts when she's sick on Facebook.) This time she blames her teenage son.
I usually don't care if people get sick and I think most people are big babies when they get sick but I take particular enjoyment when this particular friend gets sick. The yoga practitioner in me says I shouldn't but my German heritage says I should. I mean, why would they have a word for it if you weren't supposed to feel it?
Kale. Nutritious? Sure. Magical cure-all? No.
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