I started my week at Urgent Care. Fever. Antibiotics. Cough drops. Wheezing.
Mended well enough to pull a muscle in my lower back so severely I couldn’t stand without assistance for two days.
Clenching my jaw in back pain agony, I cracked a filling loose and have a (painful) hole in my tooth until the dentist can hopefully work me in next week.
Yep.
So I didn’t get Christmas cards written. I didn’t finish my Christmas shopping. I didn’t get to bake sausage balls or pumpkin bread. Somehow Christmas happened without me. People made merry and carried on as usual.
The only thing I wish was different was that my time off was spent doing happy things instead of coughing, limping and howling like a banshee.