"Illness is the most heeded of doctors: to goodness and wisdom we only make promises; pain we obeyâ€ – Marcel Proust
I am sick.
This is the time of year that upper respiratory issues plague me. I have serious ENT issues. I am convinced I have a malformed sinus cavity that allows fluid, and eventually infection, to cozy in there for the winter like a bear in a cave. You know those gross dudes on the mucinex commercial (almost as disturbing as those toe nail creatures on the lamisil commercial) those creeps take up residence in my head for the winter.
I live on Sudafed, Benadryl, nasal spray, mucinex, and the occassional anitibiotic. I also suffer from Benign Paroxysmal Positional Vertigo (BPPV) and that makes things even more interesting.
I have been sick for almost three weeks.
I dont have the strenght to write.
I am barely finding myself able to work and be a mom. Being a single mom and being sick is just awful. I need someone to do my dishes, my laundry, make me hot soup and maybe some Mac and Cheese (my favorite comfort food).
I have days where I think I am well and then I am sick again. I get a good day, a bad night followed by an awful weekend.
Someday soon I hope to be back to my regularly scheduled programming.
For now, I am trying my best to recover.
Since adoption work drains me, I am avoiding it for now.