I hardly ever get sick, but when I do, it's either: I just start to get sick then poof, it doesn't really follow through (ha, like me! ) OR whammo, down for the count (extremes, ah, how familiar in all realms… ) Honestly, I can't even remember the last time I was sick with a cold or whatever. Years. My BF (not BP) gets sick quite a bit, and when he is, I just carry on like normal (sharing things, close contact etc). He'll reminder warn me (like maybe I'm being my usual space cadet and forgetting, haha) "…but I'm sick -- the germs…", to which I always reply, "Pfffft. I'm not afraid of your germs!" This may seem peculiar, as I'm quite a germaphobe. (I'll spare you my germ quirk list. Most are pretty common, but others are...uhhhh, not.)

Work: very dusty, wood sawdust, plastic sawdust and plastic fumes. Meds: yes. Depression is the dominant feature of my BP and has been known to go on for months on end. Depression care: big slide and don't eat at all well (even at normal times it's usually so-so). Hypo: forget to eat ("Eat? Yeah, yeah, but first I'll….<fill-in-the-blank with overzealous activity">. Exercise: no, not really, though outside of depression I'm always in motion.

Go figure. I don't feel there's a connection, though I can see how (depression especially) could play into it if one is already prone to catching things.