Choices.. Choices..

I'm sick again.

This time with the flu, conveniently appearing right after a morning of CERT volunteer work in the rain just over a week ago. And as always, the illness has caused a secondary infection in my sinuses and in my bronchial tubes.

I've lost track of how many times I've had bronchitis this year. 4 ? 5 ? It all just seems to meld together.

The antibiotics I've always used aren't working anymore. Now, I have to take something stronger. All because my fragile lungs cannot handle invasion of any type of bug.

Of course my doctor yelled at me; one, for continuing to play softball in the cold, and two, for doing the volunteer work when it was raining. I deserved that. I knew it might make me sick, and I did it anyway. I deserved every bit of the tongue-lashing I got.

But now I have a problem.

Tonight's softball game is the playoffs. The semi-final and championship. And I'm sick.

A third of my team is out, and I can't find a sub for myself. I've asked everyone on my list.

If I don't find a sub, I have a choice.

Play, or my team forfeits the championships.

WTF is a girl to do ?