When I was in high school there was an English teacher who was really into Julius Ceasar by Shakespeare. She did this whole “beware the ides of March” thing trying to prank other teachers. I think it was my senior year that a biology teacher left a dissection tray with eyeballs on it and a note saying, “BEWARE THE EYES OF MARCH.”
I kind of forgot about the whole mid-March thing until a few years ago when I started getting sick every March. This is the also the time of year allergy seasons start because winter is usually slipping away and trees are starting to pollinate. The first time I wasn’t feeling so great and coughing a fair amount. Out of no where I coughed up some blood. My wife has this rule that if I cough up blood I HAVE to go to the hospital. I ended up missing a work trip and staying home a few days recovering.
Last year I came home early from a workout at the gym because I was having some weird chest pains when exerting myself. Not too long after I started coughing profusely and was coughing up mouthfuls of blood for the next 30 minutes or so. Another trip to the hospital and another few days spend at home trying to recover.
This year I “almost” came down with bronchitis. I spent the better part of a week hanging out at home watching my oxygen saturation levels dip below 90% and trying to decide how I’d get to the hospital if I needed to. Maybe there is something to this whole Ides of March thing because this always happens to me between the 14th and 16th of March. That old soothsayer wasn’t so crazy after all and if nothing else, I can say I have something in common with Doc Holiday.