I haven’t had much to write. That’s not true, I’ve had plenty to write, but I just didn’t want to read it later. Who wants to read about how hard it was to be on a blended/liquid diet for so many days and how terrible it was to get strep after having surgery and then the topper-the antibiotics made/are making me sick.
See-not fun. Not fun to think about, not fun to read and not fun to write.
I must say, I’m losing faith. I’ve missed too much work for my taste. There are piles of dirty laundry, ok a small pile (that would be there sick or not). The sum: I don’t like this.
I’m struggling to find grace and meaning in this. But maybe there isn’t any. Maybe it just is what it is-shitty bad luck and when it’s over-I move on. In the mean time, I’ll stuff my face with refried beans, ding dongs and hot tea. All healthy recovery foods right?
The upshot is I caught up on Weeds and made another couple of felt donuts. And I’ve lost weight. I joked that maybe the universe was just trying to get me ready for bikini season. Maybe. 😀