I envy him. I admit it. For a period, last spring, my system switched around and I got the runny nose and cough instead of the awful headache and nausea. It was heaven. I was hoping it would last. Blessedly, I haven't gotten nearly as many headaches since we moved back home and I suspect it is because we have fewer trees.
Yesterday, I woke up with one of those sick headaches but miserably dragged myself to class, anyway. I sketched a basketball, all the time wanting to crawl in a hole somewhere and vomit. I hobbled home, took to my bed and didn't roust myself until about 4:00 in the afternoon. My head was still hammering but the agony, nausea and lethargy had eased. Nothing really helps, medically, once I get them. Taking over the counter allergy medication doesn't seem to consistently help, either.
I watched a sliver of a moon rise, then saw a shooting star. I couldn't think of one thing to wish for since I have so much, already. I worry that I am tempting the gods to smite me for my happiness - but what can you do? They might smite me for being ungrateful, too. Husband wandered out while I was finishing up my second cup of coffee and I was jabbering about what I want to accomplish today. I suspect he almost pined for the time when I was too sick to make a lot of racket (he is not a morning person, whereas I don't even need coffee). I told him I wished I could make time stand still. I'd expected the new to wear off by this time (it has been ten months since we moved back home) but I only seem to fall deeper into contentment.
Off to get a mammogram and a bone density scan. You know I am a happy woman when even that doesn't dim my enthusiasm.
Happy Quilting, Penny, Evelyn and Pearl