I come by it naturally this time. First, I’m on an antibiotic that is making my body doubt all its choices, back to being born.
Second I have had this incredibly persistent cough. I can curb it by using the steroid inhaler at night time. Guess what I forgot to do yesterday?
This means that I really don’t have much in the way of words, today, not even words for a blog post.
With all that, it’s better than the alternative, which for the particular symptom that got me on this antibiotic would be cancer. And if it were, I’d be trying to write despite illness, so I can get things out before I die.
In either case, another round of re-evaluation being done. How long do I have? I can’t know. My family is bi-modal. Either we die in our sixties or we live forever. My brother, rebelling for once in his life, is trying to buck the trend and go in his seventies. (That’s another rat in my head right now.)
Well, I’m in my sixties, and I have a lot of books started that need finishing. So they’re out and not haunting me. Despite increasingly uncertain health and all the other worries that come from having a body (Whose idea was this, bodies? They’re so glitchy.)
Anyway, I’m going to take my sleepy behind — and typing hands — upstairs and work.
Sorry for the no-post post. I’ll try to pick up next week.




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