Monday, April 22, 2019
No rebirth for me. Sick. So sick. It is not fair, but it is typical. The weather has been beyond perfect for days. I have only been able to sit and look at the bird feeders, the garden. Worse.
I did not go to the factory today, but it did not help. Chest. Head. Now belly. My mother keeps telling me to go to the doctor. Ili is worried about the lung that collapsed in the accident. I just want to get better. I am taking every homeopathic medicine I can lay hands on. I've broken down and taken some toxic chest medicine, too.
But we did our best. Ili colored eggs and we had a nice meal with my mother. My illness will pass as will the beautiful weather.
I have to say, though, that the a.c. works like a charm--so far. I'm holding my very sick breath.
Oh, man! I'm so sick, I almost forgot this!