It’s been 26 days since I last sat at my computer and tried to write.
My knitting needles have fallen to the wayside. My fingers feel thick and unresponsive against the keyboard. My brain is a rusted windmill trying to turn in a dying breeze.
After a bit of back and forth between ourselves and not one, but two of the local internet providers, we managed to get the internet back on January 9. Original internet provider remains our current provider, despite the fact they first told us we wouldn’t be able to get anyone out to look at our internet before January 20.
Then I got The Day Job Crud, which turned into bronchitis. That, in turn, riled up my asthma, which made the bronchitis worse. Enter VICIOUS CIRCLE from stage left.
I ended up with three days off work to try to recover. Round one failed. I’m on my second go-round of antibiotics and steroids to try to heal things the rest of the way up and still managing to work 40-hour + weeks to try to keep things going with things at the day job.
Home has been a blur of dinner, laundry, and falling asleep reading because last night was the first night I’ve been able to lay down to sleep. Before Friday night, laying down was a good way to trigger a painful, endless coughing jag. Laying down to sleep is a real improvement.
Saturday night’s midnight asthma attack told me I still have a way to go before I’m 100%. I’m feeling better, though. That’s got to count for something.