Don’t knock on Death’s door, ring the bell and run away.
He hates that.
Okay, so I wasn’t exactly on my death bed for the last few days, but I was on my very-very-very sick bed.
I did not get to the point of seeing all the dead relatives swirling around above me urging me to go into the light, but I was afraid that they might be lurking nearby. You know, maybe circling the block and just waiting for a reason to visit since they were, “in the neighborhood”.
I grew a bit concerned towards afternoon one day when I did see a bright light above me as I lay half-comatose on the sofa dozing to bad daytime television. Turns out it was only the sun. (Hey, it’s January in the Pacific Northwest and the sun is not a regular visitor – it’s a mistake anyone around here could make!)
I’m still not completely well. I’m in that limbo state where you feel a bit too recovered to continue to stay home, but not well enough to be really effectual at anything (besides exposing co-workers to your residual virus germs that is).
I cannot recall a time in recent memory when I was too sick to even sit limply in my computer chair and half-heartedly surf the internet for a few minutes.
As a result of the sickness, I am totally and completely unprepared for my TNNA trip. Normally by this point I would have multiple trip preparation lists. I would have pre-packed (and then re-packed). My trip knitting would be ready. I would be agonizing about the small, inconsequential things. I would not be sleeping. I would, in short, be an anxiety-riddled mess.
Instead, I’ve got nothing. In fact, as I type this, my suitcase awaits on the bed. Empty. The only bright spot is that I’ve been too exhausted to get all wound-up and anxious about the trip and flying. Did I mention I hate flying? I do. A lot. (and flying alone? Even worse.)
Better get busy.
** Actual fiber and spinning content on my return **
PS: Thanks to all of you for all the nice comments on my previous post. I owe you a reply but am a bit behind in my emailing. I got some ‘just in case’ antibiotics from my doctor and a sack full of pharmaceuticals for the trip because I have a rather unfortunate history of developing severe sinusitis from flying – even when not sick ahead of time.