Climbing Back Up
It’s been a long week. Crawling into bed at 9PM. Waking up involuntarily at 4AM. Being sick as a dog all day and night. I do not like infections, and I have one. But mine is mild. Sara has a bad ear infection that she’s getting over. I just have a minor sinus infection. Both of us have taken more pills this week than we are comfortable with, all with the goal of getting over these nasty things.
I think I’m finally climbing back up. Today, I woke up and felt more normal than I have in awhile. I almost feel like I could do normal stuff today. Almost. I’m not going to push it.
Sara is still asleep. I’m hoping that she wakes up feeling the way that I do. I hate seeing her sick and suffering. It’s been a shitty week and I’d love for us to both start feeling better, so that we can start enjoying the afterglow of our trip to Spain. Hell, we haven’t even sent off the postcards that we were going to send to our family members yet. Souvenirs are still sitting in their bubble wrap on our mantle. Lo siento, mi familia. Or something like that. My Spanish was much worse than I had thought. The folks in Spain were, thankfully, much more patient than I could have hoped.
We managed to get out of the house for a few hours last night. It was a struggle, but we made it through. Much thanks to our friends Jason and Paige for prying us out into the real world. We needed the prodding, whether we were well or not. I’m not certain that we made for sufficient conversation partners, but we really did try. One step at a time. One step at a time.
