I've been sick for the better part of the week. You may or may not know that I rarely get sick, and when I do it's terrible. This time was no exception. But, I'll save you the whole sob story, and just share this. You know how people always ask "How are you?", but you know it's just a formality, and they don't really want to know how you're doing. Well, I've gotten that a lot since getting sick, and I've generally answered the requisite "Fine" or "Great" or "Good" although the strangely deep, gravelly tone of my voice should give away the fact that I'm not. What I've wanted to say is more along these lines... "My throat feels like it's full of sand or gravel or broken glass. My ears feel like I just went up in an airplane. I'm exhausted. I have to pee every twenty minutes because I'm drinking so much water. I wash my hands so often that they're raw. It looks like I'm wearing red g...
Oh, how I wish, that time would just hold still, that all my fears would slip away, problems vanish, troubles cease, and life would be one perfect day. But life is not like never land, each day’s different, and when it’s through, life goes on to spin and change. ~ Marin Hardy