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Writer's pictureChanny Kobalos

Oops. Admitted I Was Sick.

Hello Darklings.


So, you know how sometimes a cut won't sting until you notice you have blood coming from somewhere and find the abrasion? Or you don't consciously acknowledge a noise or other peripheral thing until someone else points it out? Or how your period doesn't really start until you're like "Shoot, I bet that's why I feel crummy", and then your uterus is like "She's on to us; Bleed! Bleed! Bleed!"


I'm like that when I get sick.


I limp along very well on denial, especially in the blame of allergies, so it takes a bit before I will consciously acknowledge "okay, I got an infection or virus going on". Then that somehow just speaks the thing into undeniable existence and my body's all, "All right, dummies, we're going to war! Start the fevers! Get Appetite behind lines and Nausea up front. I need some brain fog cover pronto! Someone get Body Aches deployed and tell Sleepiness I have a mission for them! Where are my mucus ops?!"


Look, I darn well tried, and did all the home treatment I could, but two weeks straight could not shake the nastiness, so finally got tired of the limping by, went to the doc, got immediately diagnosed with double ear infection and set up with an antibiotic.


I can still work and do some things, but creativity has been pushed back yet again. I'm rather annoyed, but also get it. It's a good reminder why I should not procrastinate on projects, too.


Meanwhile, I get to eat all the probiotic food I want. :P


Take care, corvids. Have a pic of some lightning I caught.



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