I think my body is trying to hibernate. It keeps leaning toward sleep, dragging me down early, and making it hard for me to climb, sodden and groggy, from my bed each morning. It’s no help that it’s so dark out when I rise and so dark out when I come home. Each day, the longing for light gets a little harder to live with.
This morning I was handed a prescription for antibiotics, a course of twice a day for 10 days to help beat the sore throat back with a big medicinal stick. It still hurts to swallow and, while strep wasn’t actually mentioned, what other kind of sore throat keeps coming back several weeks in a row? The doctor did weird me out a bit by telling me after she had taken a throat culture that if the lab results showed it was a strain that wouldn’t react to the antibiotics she had prescribed, a new prescription for a different type would come in the mail. Hrm.
No choir again for me tonight, alas. I’ve fought a headache all day as well, and I can tell my entire outlook is being colored by the niggling edges of low-level pain. It’s hard to be cheerful and positive when you’re not feeling up to snuff.
Sometimes I feel I am working in the dark. Writing in the dark. Whistling as well. Am I talking to myself? If a blog falls in cyberspace and there is no one there to hear it, does it make a noise?
I am under the weather and out of sorts.
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Really, though, aren’t we ALL under the weather when you think about it? Only airplanes at cruising altitude and astronauts and satellites are really OVER the weather. So, I guess I’m in good company. Hi there!