the perfect storm of sick
Some get summer colds. Some get stomach bugs. Some even get the flu or strep throat. I wish I had one of those. But did I get something ordinary like that?
Hell no. I don’t do anything ordinary.
I dragged my sick ass to the doctor today at the urging of my husband, my mother and finally my sister, who harshly reminded me that, “we’re too old to ignore symptoms like that.” And I guess she was right. But lucky for me, it wasn’t something catastrophic coming to claim me. It was just…well…something miserable and painful, I guess.
Oh, I’ll live. But trust me, I might wish I didn’t…for a little while anyway. So please don’t be mad if I’m a little…out of the loop for a few days. I’m still here, just a little less motivated to blog.
And then, I have a funeral to attend.
Because isn’t that just the perfect topper to the cake of despair? Yeah…life does that to ya sometimes. You still have to love it. Life is a cheeky little bastard.
Until the next time…I’ll be out here dreaming up things to blog about that don’t hurt.