So I finally got some time to update the blog. Actually I was forced into it by my mutinous body. Mind was sailing along on its usual routine, getting things done and planning ahead. Body put an abrupt stop to all that by succumbing to an acute cold, one of the worst I’ve ever had. I spent the week of the Thanksgiving holiday lying on the couch with an ever-accumulating pile of crumpled tissues and endless cups of tea, whispering pathetically to my long-suffering husband since my voice had vanished.
I say long-suffering because as bad as it is to be sick, I know it’s no fun being the healthy one either. Being the sole healthy person in the house means doing a lot of dishes, picking up a lot of the aforementioned crumpled tissues and listening patiently to a maddening assortment of pitiful wheezes and weak coughs. So here’s a big official THANK YOU to the man who promised to love me in sickness and in health.
Can I just say how hard it is to go a whole week without speaking? Silence is not my natural style. At the worst point I couldn’t even whisper and was reduced to writing notes to communicate. This was the one time in my life I’ve felt the disadvantages of not having a Blackberry. Not that I intended to e-mail my beloved, but it might have been handy to have the knack of that text-message sort of shorthand people use to communicate quickly. You know, the “how R U doing?” kind of thing. As it was, all my notes contained grammar and spelling my fourth-grade teacher would have approved.
Thank goodness, I’m pretty much back to my normal garrulous self as of today. I look forward to circulating my no-longer-infectious self back into normal society.
