Which should mean: "I can’t talk right with all this phlegm, so I’ll just blog." But it really means that I am participating, if a little behind schedule, in the National Blog Promotion Month, with the cool kids at Ning. Write every day, for a month, in my blog. Okay, here goes. Bloggitty blog blog blog.
All the crazy things I’ve been doing lately kinda pushed my immune system into overload. Neither Chris nor I have been 100 % since my weirdo emergency-room trip where my ears, nose and throat decided to close up shop and go fishin’. We’ve been passing this sicky back and forth and as soon as I had a minute to myself (between the Cantina’s first brunch and our housewarming party) I was knocked over with chills, wracking cough and fever.
There’s nothing to be done when you’re this sick. I had to cancel everything. My poor sweetie had to handle the housewarming party on his own while I slept. I hear it was a great wingding, and there’s all this cheese left over, which I will eat just as soon as it doesn’t create life-threatening phlegm blobs in my ears/nose/throat. Sunday brunch had to go by the wayside too, which actually makes me whimper when I think of it. This week’s client is going in for bone marrow treatment, so there’s no way in hell I’m cooking for him right now. Oh, there’s a great, high and lonesome sound coming from inside my wallet. Ooohhhieeeooo….
This is the flip side of having my dreams come true, I spoze. I like, LOVE, being in charge. But I can’t step out of things as easily as I’d like. It’s a trade-off. Right now, I’d give anything to trade in my bedridden fever dreams (weird-ass stuff!!!) for some serious work-a-day palather. I’m ready to get better, okay????