I’m getting tired of being sick with this bug. I have a good day or two, then it’ll hit me again for a day, then I’ll be okay for a day, and then another bad day with it. This has gone on long enough that I think I might need some antibiotics, and that means going to the doctor. I was really trying to avoid that, but I fear that the virus has given way to a bacterial infection and that could go on forever if untreated. Then there’s the fact that I don’t like being sick and I’m tired of it! I might have to wait until Thursday to go to the VA, though, because I’m going to have to go in as a walk-in, and that takes a while. I’d go on Monday, but it’s a holiday, and Tuesday, I have my weekly appointment with my psychiatrist. As a walk-in at the VA Clinic, I could be there most of the day waiting, so Tuesday won’t work. On Wednesdays, the VA staff members have meetings that last until 1000 hrs, and walk-in patients are hard to fit in on those days. So it’s looking like Thursday is the first real opportunity I’m going to have to get in and be seen by a doctor. It’s not that bad, but I do worry about spreading it to others. Today will be the third Sunday in a row that I’ve missed Sacrament meeting because I’m sick. I haven’t even been to church in 2020 yet! My energy has been low, too, so I know that that, along with the stuffy nose, the sneezing, and the cough, doesn’t say, “Hey, I’m perfectly healthy!” to anyone. Like I said, I don’t want to spread it. There are a lot of very young people and much older people at church, and I would feel very bad if I gave someone this bug. That can be avoided. So, today is kind of a bad day with the bug, and I’m doing some artwork to pass the time. I’m not real sick, but those pesky symptoms that I just described are all present. Oh, well. It could be so much worse! Uh-oh…gotta sneeze…
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.
I really like that your responsible enough to not go round spreading it. Nothing I hate more. My body keeps on threatening to come down with the winter lurgey but touch wood.
Feel better soon!
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Thanks!
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