It's been over a year since I've been sick. I mean, I've had a few headaches and an upset
stomach here and there, but I haven't been sick -- fever, chills, throat, ears, nose, cough,
etc. -- in a long time. It got me recently though, and it won't let go.
It's all David's fault, of course. He coughed his germs my way; (although, I did get
something altogether different then he had. So, there's a chance he's innocent.)
I got a sore throat on Friday and was on the couch for a weekend of let's-kick-this-rest
by Saturday afternoon. I thought I'd be good to go by Monday. Turns out, that's when I
really got sick. Monday to Thursday were not pretty -- at all. Another weekend of couch
rest was clearly in order, and again, I thought for sure that by Monday, I'd be like new.
Afterall, that would have been like five days on antibiotics. Plus, well over a week with doing nothing but nursing my germs into submission. I mean, I couldn't do anything but sleep,
watch TV and blow my nose. There was no energy to expend on anything else (except for
a little blogging which was necessary should I not die of boredom.)
Tuesday and Wednesday, I made plans with myself to get a few things done -- excited
to join the living! By noon or so both days, I was totally out of energy and painfully aware
that I wanted nothing more than to be at home in my comfies.
So, today -- nearly two weeks after catching something -- I'm back home, trying to
I haven't accomplished almost anything the whole month. My to do list and monthly goals
are altogether unattended. I have photos to edit, a career to kick off, and three very bored
And now, I think it's time for a nap.