Symptoms worse, which was a surprise, as I thought I was in a recovery trend the last two days. Not a good sign, but not terrible, and I am getting the monoclonal antibody infusion on Friday. I hadn't realised that it would be hard to arrange, as the availability is unpredictable.
As is often the case with illness, it is will that is sapped more than ability. I feel I could mentally focus if I had to, but see no point in that. We can respond well at such times when we have to, when there is an external pressure that drives us. But trying to find that internally is elusive, as if there were no solid ground to stand on. I suppose I could read something or listen to a podcast, but I keep putting off getting started. This too shall pass.
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We’re pulling for you over here. Take it easy.
Yes, take care of yourself.
Hoping you get better soon.
It's an interesting puzzle on getting things done outside before winter - I remain grateful that I got the leaves up and the chemicals down before this hit. I am trying to pick a day when I might feel strong enough and the weather might be a little warmer. Those aren't matching up well.
But as I said in the post. If it comes to a day that it's going to be windy and rainy tomorrow and I feel like shit today, I'll get it done, but the externals will drive me. We've all had a thousand times in our life when the timing wasn't right but the show must go on. Theater is actually good training for that, which it is usually not credited for, but we are expert whiners in telling the story after, which others (perhaps rightly) regard as the behavior of wusses. But to get there, you first have to go out and get it done.
Grim, I have registered for a conference at Montreat in March on the Inklings and hope to catch up with you in a pub in Asheville or thereabouts while I'm there. I figure you will know better what to seek and what to avoid than I will. I will probably fly into Charlotte, but i might take Amtrak to Richmond and rent a car there.
The pub is called Jack of the Wood, and it’s right by the Asheville Gallery of Art. My wife is a member of the latter.
Sleep cures nothing and treats everything. Treat yourself.
So the quick death came for you but like 99% You were too busy to die. You thoughtless bastard.
What james said. Sleep. And, perhaps chicken soup.
As for prepping for winter? I'll now stop complaining about all the additional things I have to do after moving from hardiness zone 8 to zone 7.
I hope you get better soon.
Get well soon AVI. My wifey and I got it at the same time, and while it laid her out for about 10 days, I kept on painting the house. We both took a few months to recover to 98% or so, we would be overtaken with a sudden need for naps. Take it easy and my friends who are nurses and doctors tell me that one should be careful of persistent symptoms.
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