It wasn’t until I almost fainted during my show on Thursday (though in my vanity I like to think that my guest didn’t notice) that I finally realized I had to bow to reality and go to the doctor.
Pneumonia, was the verdict. Oh, man, bed rest, Tracy won’t let me check my email relentlessly, and I keep falling to sleep right in the middle of the good part of whatever movie we’re watching.
One of the wonderful things about diabetes, of course, is that you are more prone to infection than what what we like to refer to as “regular people” - a fact I keep losing track of.
And, of course, Tracy I think secretly suspects that this whole sick business is at least partly a ploy to get out of my share of the household chores. If I were coherent long enough to respond, I might give a knowing wink, but that would just exhaust me.
It’s funny that no matter how much you love drinking water, when the doctor says, “Drinks lots of water,” you can’t stand the damn stuff.
Well, I’m done my writing exercises for the day - or for the next few days perhaps. I’m off to sleep.
Quote of the Day
Writing is an occupation in which you have to keep proving your talent to people who have none. - Jules Renard