If anyone’s noticed that my posts have been a little sporadic lately, it’s because I’m entering my third week of an insidious cold. This one is a whopper. It’s the medical equivalent of a Category 5 hurricane. It should have it’s own name. Call it “Cold Katrina.” It’s unlike any cold I have ever experienced. It’s a once-in a lifetime health plague. It’s a 100 year cold. And, I’m sick of it.
Anyway, nights of ceaseless coughing fits and snatches of sleep leave me too tired to think straight. Those have been followed by nights of my body collapsing into nine hour comas and by the time I drag myself out of bed I’m already far behind in my day. My schedule is off. My body is off. My thoughts and emotions are off. At this point, I feel like nothing will ever be normal again.
Ugh. Anyway. I’ll get better. Someday.
Thanks for letting me whine.