It's been so long since I was last at the doctor's, I can barely remember what it's like to be really sick. I suppose it's fair then - it's time the sickness bug came knocking. Losing your voice and breath periodically isn't very healthy, I think. But somehow I can't seem to fall sick enough to justify an MC, so I will just have to remain long-suffering and self-piteous, haha!
And the worst thing is, I now know the true meaning of double whammy - triple, quadruple even. Quintuple! (or however you spell it) There's a distasteful, clogged, queasy feeling all over - in my throat, in my head, in my heart.
And it's at a time when everything is turning topsy-turvy.
In 8 days we'll be stepping down. But the soup seems to have just chosen to start boiling.
Escapism isn't a solution; to fly, we have to have resistance. It's at a time like this when you have to summarise everything you know about life,
It goes on.