Oh, dear, dear, dear. It has been that long, has it?
Well. I think I can explain. Sorta. Kinda.
You see, back in January, that very week that I killed an afternoon in traffic court, I had my annual physical. And while I was killing time in traffic court, my doctor's office was trying unsuccessfully to reach me to tell me one of the lab results showed I had an infection - and where would I like the prescription called in? Because I ended up playing phone tag with the doc's office, and then, when I tried to pick up my meds, my pharmacy sent everyone away because of a bomb threat, I got about a one week late start on antibiotics. And even though I got the stuff that has been known to vanquish anthrax, it was only a three day supply - and I just knew, just knew, it wasn't going to do the trick. But when I called my doc's office, they wanted me to go to a lab and get a culture done - that way they could be sure of using an effective antibiotic. I went to the lab. And waited, waited, waited for the results - my calls made no difference.
A week passed, and I got a call saying the results were... all clear. Well, that just couldn't be true. Because now I was feeling truly miserable. It took about all I could do to just take care of the basics at the office and at home. I went in for another culture. This time they agreed that some heavy-hitting antibiotics were in order. I went to the pharmacy and picked up a week's worth of something I'd never heard of before. It took about two weeks before I felt as though I were surfacing again.
And just about the time when I was resurfacing, I got sick again! This time it was something different, a nasty-ass cold. Okay, maybe it was bronchitis. All I remember thinking is how unfair it was to get some new bug so close on the heels of two different courses of antibiotics. It hurt to look at a computer screen. So I didn't. I wanted to sleep 23 hours a day. So I did.
Thank goodness for a husband who kept me supplied with juice and tissues and tender loving care.
Thank goodness for a pair of little donkeys who, when I was ready to go for my first "crip-walk" after a couple of days spent mostly shut-in, followed me around the field visiting with me and generally making me feel welcome.
And thank you for your concern, too. I missed you, too.