I’ve had it!!! I’ve absolutely, positively, without-a-doubt had it with this stupid respiratory sickness!!!!!!! BE GONE, FOUL PLAGUE!!! The cold weather isn’t helping, either. It’s cold. It’s just plain cold. Yes, it’s colder outside than it is inside my basement apartment, but I have five layers on my upper body alone sitting here in my basement apartment as I write this. You could say I’m a bit frustrated. Okay, just plain angry!!! I want to go CLIMBING!!! Do you hear me, universal forces of nature and microorganism terrorists?!?! I WANT TO GO CLIMBING!!! I WANT TO FEEL BETTER!!! I could just lie down on the floor of my kitchen and kick my feet and flail my arms and scream right now, but that would be too exhausting. And it would be funny, and then I might have to laugh and say it’s really not that bad and that it could be much, much worse in so many ways. Yes, I’ll be okay. I’m okay now, as a matter of fact. I just had to get that out of my system, haha! I’m smiling now, with that image of me having a toddler fit on the floor of my basement apartment kitchen with all of my layers on at age 37, since I’m still trying to convince myself at times that I’m an adult. I definitely don’t feel like an adult, and certainly not that old of an adult, at that!!! People my age are parents with high school graduates, for heaven’s sake!!! Uh-oh, time for an age crisis… Naw, I don’t have the energy or the time for that, either, haha. I had my age crisis when I turned 28. Why 28? I have no idea. It was bad, though. I don’t need a repeat of that meltdown. That was a bad year in general – so bad that my mind won’t let me recall the details. I just have this vague sense that it was definitely just a bad year. Self preservation won’t allow me to remember it, haha. I’m okay with that.
So. Climbing. I may or may not make it today because I feel, well, sick. And it’s cold outside. I’m not exaggerating about the number of layers of clothing I have on. Five. I’m barely “warm”, but I can call it warm, so that’s good enough. I need some hot chocolate. That would require going outside, though, where it’s even colder, which would make me even colder, and that would not be “warm”. My husband is at his doctor’s appointment, where I hope he’s telling the doctor about three main things that I’ve been reminding him of daily for the last three weeks to tell that doctor. I offered to go with him, which was met with a stern, “NO.” Okay, I guess he can handle it. I’m thinking that I need to go to the doctor again, but I don’t think there’s anything they can really do. It’s taking the other people I know who have had this respiratory influenza 4-6 weeks to get over it, so I’m keeping pace with the best of them as far as recovery times go. I’m a month in… Climbing, how I love you!!! I shall return to you at my earliest opportunity, my love!!!