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I do not have the flu. Yet.
Price is not object. But if you have one to sell it needs to come with a warranty. I need at least six months between break downs.
FYI, I’m sick. Again.
I’m not sure if I’m a generally sickly person, or if perhaps I’ve offended some virus deity and now all of her minions are hell bent on attacking me one by one until I finally realize my mistake and make the appropriate sacrifice.
(BTW, if anyone knows what the appropriate sacrifice is, and where the alter can be found, I’m totally in…reward for information.)
In good news, this cold is way less bad than my last illness. (I hesitate to call anything that took me out for six weeks solid a cold but…)
In bad news, the memory of just how bad I had it last time left me thinking “I can work through this”.
I was wrong.
By eleven am I was shaking and I’d missed a rather important meeting because I dialled the wrong conference code and rather than thinking I must have done something wrong, my viral ridden brain assumed that I was the only one (of 7 people scheduled to attend) that had actually showed up for the meeting. (How disrespectful and inconsiderate of them. Hack, cough, wheeze.)
Anyway, long story short I spent most of the day in bed. And in between naps I felt bad that I wasn’t working because “it’s not as bad as last time”. There is seriously something wrong with me…other than the virus.
In good news, edits are something I can pick up and put down between naps, so I made some progress today on Riveted. Yay. Cough. Hack. Wheeze.
NB. Totally serious about the virus deity. Reward for information. I’ll do anything at this point.
Writing Exercise:
Write a prayer to the gods of illness. Or a poem expressing what you’d do to prevent or lessen your next illness. I can’t be the only person who believes right? And if it works, share a copy. Like I said, I’ll do anything.
Happy Writing.
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