Back in November, I started coughing my brains out, so I went to the doctor. He said upper respiratory infection, gave me antibiotics, and sent me on my way.
In December I went back because I was still coughing my brains out. The doctor looked disturbed and said chest X-ray. Fortunately, there was no pneumonia, just particularly evil infection, so more antibiotics, some steroids, and I went on my way.
A couple of weeks ago I started coughing like mad again, so I went back. As it turns out, I have a long-lasting (like months) para-flu virus which, by itself, isn’t too bad but it wears down the immune system so that secondary infections can take hold, which explains the repeat respiratory infections and the general crappiness of the last four months.
Three weeks ago I had a death in the family.
I have a show opening in 2 weeks. Not a play (sigh), but a little fund raiser show that could definitely be going more smoothly.
I am exhausted, and stressed, and sick. I am not feeling any tremendous insight into anything, therefore no writey on bloggy. No writey at all, actually. I am basically at the “fire bad, tree pretty” mental stage.
Thank goodness for Buffy DVDs.
