same to you, with knobs on
Eugh. On antibiotics and steroids now because my lips and nails were turning blue and I sound like Froggy from Our Gang (well, not quite like Froggy. That would be creepy. Rather, "like death warmed up", as my dad so helpfully told me, but that's okay because he brought me back a little Catrina sculpture from Mexico for my growing Day of the Dead... shrine?).
It's nice, though, now I can breathe a bit; my body's saying, "you're tired! you're weak! you can't breathe! you have a fever! it hurts! LIE DOWN!", so I do, and I surrender and lie there and try to think either of nothing or of things that amuse me (not difficult). I learned not to fight being ill long ago, but the lung infections every time I come down with so much as a sniffle are getting a little old.
It was the most beautiful day today. Perhaps a little over 10c and SUNNY. Wow. I'm even starting to worry about drought now, though it's not so bad now we don't use the old well. Going two or three months without running water every other summer/autumn used to kind of suck.
Okay, and now I'm knackered again and zoning-out, so I'll drag my sorry butt back to bed. Ciao.
It's nice, though, now I can breathe a bit; my body's saying, "you're tired! you're weak! you can't breathe! you have a fever! it hurts! LIE DOWN!", so I do, and I surrender and lie there and try to think either of nothing or of things that amuse me (not difficult). I learned not to fight being ill long ago, but the lung infections every time I come down with so much as a sniffle are getting a little old.
It was the most beautiful day today. Perhaps a little over 10c and SUNNY. Wow. I'm even starting to worry about drought now, though it's not so bad now we don't use the old well. Going two or three months without running water every other summer/autumn used to kind of suck.
Okay, and now I'm knackered again and zoning-out, so I'll drag my sorry butt back to bed. Ciao.