For those of you who know me, or are on my Facebook page, you know what I'm talking about. Two kidney stones less than a week apart. The second one causing a U.T.I. I did something mysterious to my back during the last kidney stone exit that had me pretty much bed fast for over 2 weeks.
The chiropractor traded in their Honda for a Lexus.
Ha, just kidding. Sorta.
My poor massage therapist's hands are wore plumb out.
I have missed four Sundays worth of church, and didn't see my Mother for nearly that long.
She wasn't very happy about that, she's used to seeing me at least once a week.
I missed meetings and fun stuff, including celebrating my 34th wedding anniversary and my 65th birthday.
Well, the birthday miss maybe was a good thing. Maybe I can ignore it happened.
I obviously haven't blogged. I haven't worked on the novel I thought I'd be progressing nicely in.
You know you're in bad shape when you cancel the cleaning ladies because you can't stand the thought of noise and people, so you'll just live in the dirt.
Dirt is easier to wallow in, anyway.
But I'm better now. Still not 100% as they say, but hopefully headed that way.
Who knows? I may start ripping through that novel soon.
