This illness that I’m going through is a vile thing! I feel better this morning than I did yesterday morning, though, so I think the worst of it was yesterday. I still feel really rough. I haven’t been outside in two and a half days – not since I went to the VA clinic to see my doctor as a walk-in. I’ve been incredibly ill. I’m surprised I don’t have pneumonia by now, and it’s only because I’m on an antibiotic that I’m not, I suppose. Those vaccines I had must help, too. This morning, I don’t have a fever, so that’s a positive sign. I’m coughing up a lung, but the other medications that my doctor prescribed help with that, so it isn’t as bad as it could be (or was). I’m able to walk again instead of crawling back and forth throughout my basement apartment to go to the bathroom and back to bed. I haven’t been able to climb for almost two weeks! That’s the real crime, here! I’m weak, though, and don’t know how I would get on the wall right now, to be honest. Hopefully, I’m on the mend now. I have two of the five days’ worth of antibiotics left to take tomorrow and the next day, and I’m less congested than I was. I don’t know about the bouldering comp tomorrow. I was going to try and go to film some of the action, at the very least, but I don’t even know if I’m going to be able to do that much. I wonder if they’d hold a T-shirt for me since I paid for one? I want to get in on the raffles and the pizza, too, but I just don’t know if it’s going to happen. I’m definitely not going to be able to climb! I guess I’ll see how I feel tomorrow. I don’t want to cut my losses and decide I’m not going quite yet. I’m still holding out hope that I’ll be able to go in some capacity! In reality, I don’t want to give this illness to anyone else, so I should probably stay home. I don’t want anybody else to get this bug!!!
Content Rating PG, for the most part
I try to keep the content of my posts in the PG range (meaning that maybe your 13-year-old should not read it... Just kidding!) - you know, something I could get away with tastefully in the town square without getting lynched, tarred-and-feathered, or hung (and something my mother would NOT wash my mouth out with soap for). As far as what age you have to be to understand some of the subtleties of my humor in writing and/or speaking, well... That may vary. A lot.
CLIMBING 4 THE REST OF US 