I hate being sick

 So, I picked up a weird bug.  No fever, no anything except chest congestion.  That always scares me, as I have lung issues and any "cold" generally defaults to bronchitis and I had a serious fight a few years back with pneumonia . That almost killed me, I was really, really sick.

I don't ever want to do that again.

Chris is taking wonderful care of me.  He went out and got me soup and meds.  I had one of those "stop breathing" episodes, where my vocal cords slam shut, but I was able to do the "dog panting" exercise that relaxes them and I never got to the gasping for air part that is just not fun

So I am taking it easy this weekend.  I foolishly signed up to review TWO books that sounded good- Spoiler alert they almost always sound good. I started the first one and I thought to myself. Gosh I hope this is a murder mystery and that the main character gets killed.  It is written in the first person and I am NOT enjoying being inside her head.  My Kindle tells me it is a six hour read.  I hope it gets better.  I have only a few DNFs on this project. On at least one of them, I  wrote my promised review indicating that I would rather have had a root canal with no meds than finish that book.  I believe my review on that one  on Amazon is titled DON'T  JUST DON'T.

Last night, I had a dream that I was seeing a doctor who told me I have some kind of disorder , where I use the word "thing" far too much. This might have been related to an article I was reading about Alzheimer's. My mother died from Alzheimer's and I worry that it is in the DNA.  So I just went back and  edited my third paragraph and replaced the word "thing" with other nouns.

I need to do that more often.  It is easy to slip into a pattern that I learned from my mother.  I always understood what she meant when she would wave her hand and say "you know... the THING" I think of myself as a writer-unpublished, sure but a writer nonetheless, after all YOU are reading this, aren't you?    ( and thank you, I love that people are actually reading what I am babbling on about) Mostly, these days, I write for me. To keep my chops up, to release whatever is bothering me and just to feel better.

Like I said, I hate being sick.