April 2014

I am mostly better. I say this because I can actually get out of bed and I can speak normally in between coughing fits. I am also very tired most of the time.

I miss cocktails. And wine. And deep breaths.

I keep having to cancel restaurant reservations which makes me sad because when I was super sick I thought “2 weeks away! I’ll be better by then!” and now no, not so much. Well, better but better does not equal healthy.

I also haven’t been able to work all that well since my head is all cloudy, but somewhere in the super-delirious fever-y stage I figured out one of the things that’s been bothering me about the novel-in-progress. So that’s something. I’m not sure how to fix it yet, and I hadn’t really planned on basically losing two weeks of working on it, but it’s something.

So, I will be healing more and locking myself away in my writing cave. For the next few weeks the blog will likely be all photo posts all the time in between flax-goldens. Which will probably be more interesting than all the illness-related babbling.

After my fever hit 104 on Friday, Adam made me go to the doctor and what I’d thought was a spring cold was the flu, and it went and morphed into bronchitis just for good measure.

I have pretty much been asleep since Saturday. Today I am eating homemade chicken soup which is a major accomplishment considering I could barely swallow water for awhile there.

Needless to say I am behind on life and it’s going to take me awhile to catch back up. If you are waiting on anything from me it’s going to be later than I would have liked but I’ll get to it eventually.

I haven’t been this sick in a really long time and I’d forgotten how miserable it is. Getting slowly better but I’m still one big tired cough.

I will be really, really glad to be properly healthy again.