Wrestling with the Dreaded Summer Cold

Is it malaria? Why does it never seem to end? It could be cancer! Am I going to die? And then another racking caugh causes my head to pound.

I guess I don't "do" sick very well. It's not that I feel sorry for myself or desire to be fawned over. It's just that I hate being so umcomfortable, and after a while, it really starts to annoy me.

I was on vacation for ten days. Trips to Big Sur, San Francisco where it was cool (duh!) and then into the Central Valley, Yosemite and the Salinas Valley where it was hot (double duh!) Well, the old body could not handle the extremes, and here I am wrestling with the cold from hell.

I have work up to my ears awaiting me in the office. I have barely been showing up for the last couple of days. A court appearance took at least twice as long as it should have yesterday because my brain was functioning at something lower than it usual twenty-three percent level.

Guess, I'll do what I can to get by.