Illness Kills My Writing

I've started this post every day for a week.  The opening paragraph was an anecdote about my last ride in an ambulance... in August.  Or the people I met during my first hospital stay... in June.  Once, I wrote about how much I dread summer because at least one person I love almost dies.  But I could barely get beyond it.

My words have gone missing.  I wish it had to do with perfectionism...

I still feel icky.  I will feel this way for a while longer.  Don't worry, if I stay on top of things, I should be O.K. but I haven't produced much work.  Even my Twitter account is lonely.

My medical provider told me today I could end up back in the hospital by the weekend if the current antibiotic doesn't work.

I'm binge-watching Criminal Minds and trying to autopilot life until I get a handle on things.  I'm sorry I'm not here much.  I don't want to list everything going on with me here but you can e-mail if you really want to know.
Again, nothing fatal.

I'm sure I'll find my words soon... I hope I will.


  1. I hope you feel better soon! The words will return; illness saps enjoyment from everyone.

    1. Thanks.
      I hope all is well for you. See the Northern Lights for me this year.

  2. Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry! I hope the antibiotics will indeed work and you'll be able to avoid any more hospital visits. Wishing you good health. :) Hang in there. *hugs*

    1. Thanks, Leigh!
      I've avoided the hospital so far but we'll see what happens when I'm tested again.