Low Self-Esteem? Moi?

I've decided that I must have low self-esteem. "What!" I hear you cry, "This cannot be the same egomaniac who writes several blogs all about herself and expects other people to spend their valuable time reading them?" "Not the confident teacher whose students hang on her every word?" Yes, indeed. Let me explain how I came to this conclusion.

Over the last year I have planned to go away for the weekend on four occasions. Each time, I fell ill at the last minute. Once we had to cancel, the other times we went anyway and I sat around huddled in blankets. In between times, I am a picture of health and it's been years since I last needed to chuck a sickie from work. However, no sooner does a weekend away loom than I start to shiver.

This weekend was no exception to the rule. I was perfectly healthy until the day before we were due to go and then I caught a cold. Well, what's the point of visiting a winery if you have no sense of smell or taste? I don't think I can be consciously sabotaging these trips: it was my decision to go, no one else suggested it. Also, I am going through a box of tissues a day; no one could create this much mucus on a whim. I have, therefore, concluded that my subconscious thinks I am unworthy and undeserving so it refuses to fight the bugs unless I am working.

I'm going to put this theory to the test as soon as I have fully recovered from this damn cold. In future, I won't ever plan in advance, I'll just get up and go. And I'll take a stack of marking with me so I can kid myself I'm working.

Any other victims of this phenomenon out there?