Well, what I thought would be better by the weekend, and then for sure by Monday, did not get better and in fact only got worse. I swear I broke my fever three separate times. I got up to 104* before I finally agreed to go see a doctor. To my I surprise, I tested negative for everything. On my visit papers they put “Upper Respiratory Infection” which doesn’t sound nearly as exciting as it was. I was prescribed a Z pack and sent on my way. When I got home I got a bad case of the chills and I couldn’t shake it. My husband wrapped me like a burrito in 3 blankets and I was still shivering. My voice went out, it hurt to talk. I couldn’t figure out if hot liquids or cold liquids made my throat feel better. The congestion crud was so deep in my chest I thought I’d never get it out. I finally started to feel better after a couple days on the medicine but my recovery was slow. It took awhile to feel like I had my strength back.

So you can see gentle reader, how my resolutions and goals are off to the swiftest of starts! I am undeterred. I’ll get back at it (again). My mind is swirling with ideas, it’s just having the energy and stamina to make them happen.