I’m a slight bit better today, but am still coughing a lot, from way down deep. Still my ribs ache with every cough, to the point where I have to hold a pillow tight to my chest when I cough. Actually, that doesn’t help much. I also have earache, very sore throat, pain upon swallowing, and the medicines are making me super-sleepy. Yesterday the doctor added Benadryl at bedtime so I could sleep well. If I don’t get good sleep, those darned seizures rear their ugly heads. So I needed a way to sleep, rather than let the coughing keep me awake nights.
But I’m learning something. When I haven’t written for a day (or more), I feel empty. I need the creative juices to lubricate my writing joints, and when I don’t or can’t write, I feel an emptiness in me. I can’t wait to feel well enough to get back into the flow.
Meanwhile, thank you for your good wishes. They mean much to me.