It’s another chapter in It Came From The Snot Locker. Howie and I are both sniffling, sneezing, coughing messes. Like my friend Dea, I especially try to find reasons to laugh when I’m feeling sick. It just helps, somehow.
Howie finally has a date with another man. I’m fine with it, really. The man seems kind and I know Howie will be in good hands with him. And, really, it’s been a long time in coming, anyway…Too long.
I’ve been snuggled up in my jammies and comfy terrycloth robe today. A visit to the doctor on Friday brought an answer to why I’ve been feeling so wiped out, lung-gunky and a bit short of breath the last couple weeks; it’s nothing serious, just walking pneumonia, but I’m now on antibiotics and an inhaler. This should clear up soon, I’m hoping. When I’m sick, I’m extra thankful that I can work at home! I am also able to work like this:
A little over a week ago, Howie and I were going over the bills and trying to figure out how much we’d need to save before his surgery so we’d be okay during his time off.
