Look at the pretty roses, forget all that work you don’t remember anyway… April 18
There seem to be two shades of sick for me. Sick, but completely aware of all the things I’m missing out on or falling behind in while I’m down for the count. Sick and completely unaware that I previously had any life or any responsibilities.
Guess what kind of sick I was for 8 days? Yep, the last week is a blur of coughing and little else. I did manage to take a purdy picture of some roses from our courtyard, a pleasant distraction from all the work I forgot existed.
