I’ve been meaning to write a health update since last September. I sat down then to write that everything was still great (yay!) except that gosh, I was really very tired. Just a cold, though, no worries.
Seven or so colds later (I lost count at six, but there was at least one more), I started to turn a corner around the new year. I’m definitely better than I was in the fall, but every time I start to be happy with the new normal, the new normal decides maybe I’m getting a bit uppity about this “having energy” thing.
But things are better. Late February I was at a parish event, enjoying myself and enjoying seeing all the good things happening at church, and I was thinking to myself, “Why haven’t I gotten more involved with this group sooner?” And then I remember: Oh yeah, it’s only been a month that I could reliably have a conversation without getting a headache. I really enjoy that change, by the way.
So I’m writing on a day when I’m flopping around miserably, utterly useless, mostly flat on my back. But I’m hopeful that’s a one-off, and with a little rest I’ll be back to the new preferred-normal. But we’ll see. I really have no idea.
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