The family just left for the first stop of the evening. Under normal circumstances I would be in the car driving, but today I am not quite there. My visit to the doc showed that I have a minor infection. It is not contagious and not real serious, but I am feeling a little worn out.
In a few minutes I will probably get dressed and head over the hill to make my appearance, but then again maybe I won’t. I took a three hour nap and I am still tired. This is not typical and it is just irriatating.
At some point during the last five years my attitude about being sick changed and I don’t know why. Aside from my digestive issues I rarely have problems, but now when I do I feel like it will never go away. I don’t know why, it never used to be like that. I always felt like it would just go away.
It is not rational and it doesn’t make me happy, but there is this sneaking suspicion that whatever I have plans on hanging out and making a home inside me. It is not like me, I am a positive person, but the feeling lingers a bit. Pretty strange.