Ladies and gentlemen, today is Day Two of a second course of antibiotics, treating, respectively, bronchitis closely followed by a sinus infection.
That’s right. I’m still sick.
You should see me. I’m quite an airhead, not to mention that I’m dizzy, nauseous, tired, and dizzy.
And an airhead.
And have I mentioned the dizziness?
Ah, well, I’ve been susceptible to this sort of thing all my life, and antibiotics have always had a distracted, confused, no-appetite effect on me. It would be almost enjoyable if I wasn’t expected to function in polite society.
Ma: “You want to go get some lunch?”
Ma: “Anything in particular you want to get?”
Me: “We could get some lunch…”
The gift o’ gab has left me, and I am but a dried beetle husk of the woman I was. It is only my devotion to writing, every single day, that keeps me upright. Without the need to write, without the promise I made to myself to continue to write, nay, expound upon my multiple theories on life, love, and what makes those people over there so very interesting, I should fall to the ground, helpless, and await help…
Ack. Who am I kidding?
Go about your business, people! I’m just going to lay over here, maybe stare vacantly for a while, maybe rest my eyes a bit after that... I'm sure I'll be making sense again in no time.
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