This is the most sick I have been in exactly 11 years. Right after Christmas break in first year university, I had bronchitis and strep and the plague. (But not mono. Nobody believed me until the test results came back…). I haven’t been this sick since those few weeks.
Now, I’m no longer contagious, definitely on the mend, but still a weak quasi-disaster of a human being. It’s exceptionally frustrating – I have plans, you know! Routines to institute! Fun kid things to do! What’s all this sickly falling-over crap? It’s an exercise in patience, let me tell you.
One good thing has come of it – in the clarity sometimes afforded to the invalid, I have finally decided on a New Years Resolution. I’m going to learn the lyrics to 99 Luftballons.