I May Just Be The Miraculous Virgin Mary

Honest to god, this was going to be a funny, hahaha post about one unfortunate event or another that recently occurred to me, but lo and behold! I cannot come up with anything except words filled with angst and pain. Woe's me, people.

I think I'm still sick, and I know this blog's kind of become the "Is Mary Ever Not On Her Deathbed?" sort of blog, but seriously? I'm still not well. And it's time, folks. I've now been officially ill with the flu since Dec. 14, and am not pleased.

I am experiencing my second eye infection since coming down with this flu back in December, and am still coughing like a 90-year-old smoking tuberculosis patient, although I am no longer on mega-doses of cough medicine, so I guess that's a plus. So, now I look like I'm drunk as well as sick, but not quite as sick as I was. As you know, I always look at the glass as half-full. I still have a sore throat, too, not to mention little energy, and night sweats that end up being really gross because it's like lying in a pool of your own juices for hours after a great workout, minus the workout. Which just leave me ... wet, in a not-so-sexy way.

I'm going to the doctor. Putting a call in this morning, and, with all hope, will get in to see him. He's not the easiest doctor to get in to see, and depending on how many patients he has that day, not always the most thorough. He's also been away since the second week of December, and is probably going to retire in the next few years, which means bad things for me, because it is pretty much impossible to get a doctor in this province. Not only that, but this guy's known me since I was 15 years old and suffering from terrible menstrual cramps that almost made me perform an hysterectomy on myself, so he really knows me. So, if I do actually get in to see him today, it will be a bloody miracle, and you can all call me the Virgin Mary, or something.

So, instead of this being about me today, let's make this post about you! How are all of my special friends feeling this fine Monday, the first day back to school for children (thank the lord above it couldn't come soon enough)? Tell me how things are, what you're up to, how you're feeling, and I'll get back to you if I actually live through  today. But if you don't hear from me, do not fret. It just means I'm either (a) dead, (b) feel dead, (c) wish I was dead, (d) curled up in the fetal position humming to myself, or (e) all of the above.