Writing a blog might indicate who is interested in what one has to say as their words are uploaded to the internet. Not writing a blog , on the other hand, can also confirm who cares or doesn’t care about what you have to say. With Sixty What, I’ve been able to convince a dozen people a day to read my ramblings. Having written my last post (and a recap at that) twelve days ago, not one person has questioned the lack of my writings since that time.
The story so far: Leslie and I left on a seven-day cruise on January 6. Mexican Riviera, friends, great food, relaxation, unplugging from social media. Everything I was hoping for. Except it didn’t all turn out as planned. Leslie wasn’t feeling well before we left, and we chalked it up to maybe just not “feeling the cruise vibe.” Once we were on board, she started feeling achy and had a fever; cold-like symptoms and fatigue were the order of the day. I didn’t share most of those symptoms, but I was feeling tired a lot.
If you’ve been on a cruise, you can relate as to how small the cabins are. We stayed in a balcony room and had the bed separated into two twin beds. A small nightstand and eighteen inches separate the two beds. Not much room to walk around, but you’re not in the cabin much, right?
Wednesday night, Leslie had a dream (nightmare?) involving a three-on-one date with Donald Trump. She recalls me getting into the back of a black SUV, followed by Trump. Just as Leslie was getting into the SUV behind him, she tripped!
And by tripped, I mean, she fell out of bed!
Right in that eighteen-inch spot between us and started having a panic attack, thinking she wasn’t getting up from the floor.
Thankfully, Leslie was fine, and just a little bruised, after relaxing and realizing this was going to be a funny story to tell in the future. Later that day, her cold got the best of her and she had room service for dinner, along with a fever for a few hours.
By the time we docked on Saturday morning and made our way home, we were both physically exhausted. The suitcases stayed in the garage for days when we finally decided to go the urgent care on Monday morning.
The reason for our fatigue and indifference? We both have pneumonia! Leslie has it a bit worse than I do (she had four breathing treatments on Monday) and we’ve been home trying to get our energy back and feel better.
Leslie and I are often seen as one. We have mutual friends, we vacation together, we live together, and now we’re sick together. We can’t even “enjoy” an illness by ourselves. So we’re sharing our germs and recovering together, and we both haven’t felt well enough to think about a date to return to work.
Pneumonia was not even anything I had considered as a diagnosis and it’s been an exhausting few days. It could be days before I feel I have energy to walk to the washing machine or the mailbox. Four days of antibiotics and cough medicine, with another six days to go, and I hope to be normal again.
And to my dozen readers, I’ll be back soon with your daily reading.