Sick, Sick, Sick, Sick, SICK!

As in, I am still recovering from the nastiest upper respiratory infection (URI) that I've had since probably I was a kid. Oh boy, it hit me GOOD. I had chills/fever beginning on Sat. night and a low-grade fever on Sunday/Monday. I spent Sunday-Tuesday IN BED. Seriously. Only yesterday, Weds., did I finally progress from my bed to spending the day downstairs on the couch. Today I'm back at both jobs. Jon forced me to go to the grocery-store clinic--where I'd never been before, but now am SOLD on! Only my $25 office visit copay and in and out of there in minutes!!!--on Sun. morning and they gave me antibiotics but I still have a lingering cough though each day is better and better.

I tell you what, though... I NEEDED these past 4 days to spend at my house/in bed. Desperately. It was awesome even though I was sick, and I know God made me sick to slow me down for once. Ok, I get it, Lord. I'll try to stop overscheduling myself within an inch of my life and to take more breathers. Stayed home from the jam last night. Nothing tonight but a nice dinner at home w/Jon. Tomorrow night is free. This is b/c I definitely need to be rested up for the weekend: 4 hour gig in Galveston on Sat. afternoon, followed by my maternal grandmother's brother's 50th wedding anniversary party that night. Then Sunday is an all-day benefit at the Big Easy for our bass player buddy whose mom just died; I'm not playing (that I know of) but will be there to hang, drink, and support the cause.