I flew 3000+ miles. Endured airplane food, large snoring seat neighbors, long layovers. All to get here and jump straight into…..
Am I feeling sorry for myself?
Just a little. (huge amounts)
Petulant flouncing about when I cough. I keep exclaiming to people, “I can’t taste a thing….” like the sun just rose in the west. And it was blue. Not really up there with shattering news.
Blogging is truth, right?
And the truth right now is I sound like I am a 13 year old boy with his voice breaking and cracking.
I have kleenex (actually toilet paper since I went through all the “real” tissue already) stuffed in every pocket and sleeve. Some of which I will forget and throw in the washer and curse violently when the entire load comes out covered in smeary papery bits….
I have occasional bizarre bursts of energy where I jump up and clean things. Then collapse on the couch and breathe through my mouth like a cod.
I’m freezing cold.
Or I’m too hot.
There has to be a poem in there somewhere…….
What rhymes with Tylenol?