That’s My Story

Wow!

It’s been a month since the last blog. How time flies when you aren’t writing a blog.

Okay, so here is the deal. A month ago our family suffered a loss which had us travel to Ontario to be available if we were needed to comfort. Really there is nothing that we could do other than be there. Too often events happen that just need to be suffered through and only time will put a perspective on those events. Needless to say the time spent was very stressful and it didn’t seem that writing a blog was in any way respectful of what I was feeling at the time.

When we returned home both Louise and I became quite sick. I suspect that the stress of our trip had an impact as well as it was time for my mid winter sickness. Of course Louise needed to jump on the band wagon and she is still less than healthy. I am pretty much better thanks to three weeks of whining and over dosing on vitamin D. I don’t know if that helped at all, but Arwen swears by it and why wouldn’t I grasp at any hope of getting better.

We went to the doctor just to make sure they weren’t going to name a disease after either one of us. Turns out it’s a virus and there is nothing that can be done about it. I wish my doctor would prescribe a placebo just so that I would have something to look forward to every day.

At the height of my illness I was praying for divine intervention. I didn’t pray to be healthy; I prayed to win the lottery. I figured that if I won the lottery I would be able to afford a doctor that cared if I was alive of dead. I could drain my blood and replace it with the blood of young, vibrant kids. Okay, I don’t think that’s a thing. At the very least I could get my sick ass onto a beach somewhere and bake the disease out of me.

The last few days I was just lazy and bed time came before I managed to write a blog.

Well, that’s my story and I am sticking with it.