There are moments when you think everything is going good. When all your ducks are in a row, and all is fine and dandy.
Then, life comes along and decides it’s gonna have its way with you. You get sick and everything starts piling up on you. Nothing gets done. At all. I’m sure you all know what’s that’s like.
Recently, this happened to me. I was fine, so perfectly fine. Then, I ended up getting sick with the Flu, which then turned into bronchitis because of my asthma. To top it all off, I also got Strep throat. The congestion, cough, and fevers/chills were brutal, let me tell you!
For the past two weeks, I was as sick as a dog. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t eat. Couldn’t do what I needed to do and then some.
It’s kind of funny, though. Even though I got hit hard with this crazy sickness, which everyone in the house caught (sans the bronchitis/asthma), I got to catch up on quite a few books that needed reading. I’m actually feeling so much better now. I don’t wish this on anyone, though. It sucks to be sick.