Nephilim goes down

I'm going to lay a few bits of the Bible on you. Don't be scared, it's pretty interesting. The first proverb is "pride comes before a fall, the bigger the ego, the harder the fall".

I'm a big healthy farm boy, giant head, big body, strong as an ox. Like Jethro from the Beverley Hillbillies,but without the brill-cream. I hardly ever get sick, and if I do it's over and done with within 24 hours.

I used to joke about being descended from dudes called 'Nephilim'. There's a couple of paragraphs from Genesis and Numbers in the Bible that describe these guys the best.

Genesis 6:4 (The Message)
4 This was back in the days (and also later) when there were giants in the land. The giants came from the union of the sons of God and the daughters of men. These were the mighty men of ancient lore, the famous ones.

Numbers 13:33 (The Message)
Everybody we saw was huge. Why, we even saw the Nephilim giants (the Anak giants come from the Nephilim). Alongside them we felt like grasshoppers. And they looked down on us as if we were grasshoppers."

Combine some out of context Bible verses, a bit of pride, and a long run of healthy fortune, and you've got yourself either a cult that ends up killing itself off with poison. Or a perfect set up for God to have the last laugh.

I'm seeing a pattern. Every 3 to 4 years something comes along that reminds me that maybe I'm not a 'Nehilim'.

In 1988 it was the Lamb Vindaloo/stomach virus combo that cost me 8 days and 8 kilo's.

Then there was multiple ingrown toenail operations of '92.
And who can forget the dislocating shoulders of '97 through '99.
Interspersed of course with the odd cold here and there.
Anywho... I have spent the last year filled with pride, lecturing the 'young guys' at work about having a 'positive mindset', and that if you believe you don't get sick, you won't. And sprouting on like a puffed up pigeon how I only average 1 sick day a year, and that's usually to take care of a sick family member.
Thursday, 2 weeks ago, came the aches...immobilised! I tried to text in sick (to avoid the embarrassment of admitting I wasn't superhuman verbally to someone else). The phone battery died just before hitting send.
Back at work the next day and the following week, but struggling to keep up the image us 'nephilim' and born to bear. A whole ten days later and suddenly I'm sounding like Lee Marvin in 'Paint your wagon' (look it up kids, its a classic), and work told me to stay away! "But, but ... I'm a Nephilim...I don't get sick...guys ...guys"
Luckily, being super human, I progressed quite quickly, my voice changing from Lee Marvin, to Johnny Cash, and back to a respectable Al Pacino.
I'm not giving up on the idea I'm a direct descendant of 'Nephilim'. I mean hey, it doesn't say in the Bible that they didn't get sick?!