Guys…and gals…and nonbinaries…all y’all:
I am cautiously optimistic. The sickness, maybe, maaayybbeee…was only a 24-hour affair.
Man, last night I was siiiicckk. Big time. Woke up in the middle of the night and my throat was so painful, I thought I was coming down with strep. It was still swollen enough this morning that eating was tough.
And yet…here I sit, not twelve hours later, and I’m feeling…almost normal. Almost. Tired, for sure. But my throat is fine now, and even more importantly, the aches are gone.
I took this stuff that our wedding photographer swears by (and science says is bullshit, by the way) called sphero-something vitamin C…and hot damn, if I’m like sooo wait, did this shit actually just work?
Hope so.
Hope I wake up tomorrow feeling more or less myself. We’ll see.
As it was, I had enough sustained energy to actually get next week’s podcast episode edited and posted. And if I feel up to it tomorrow, the goal is to finish organizing the finances.
Wish.
Me.
Luck!