super happy fun post with Strep!

ed. note: this post got less than half the views of the last one.  I laughed when I saw that -- looks like people just aren't into posts with negative words in the title, or maybe facebook hides them from you.  So, I'm changing the title.  ha! Take that!



I went to bed around noon today. After a job interview, I went to the minute clinic, and found out I have strep. I get strep usually in the spring. I don't know why. Maybe it has something to do with my throat chakra being off, or something like that. It could be allergies making me more susceptible. I don't know. The point is, I went to bed. And despite the efforts of my son to rouse me, I stayed there for a long time.

For some reason, I thought that maybe I wouldn't feel so yucky. Maybe, I would feel better once I take in that first dose of antibiotic. Just the opposite. Fever, chills, aches...

Why am I telling you this? Is it to get sympathy? Not really, though sympathy is welcome. So are cups of People's Organic morning elixir or tea or honey and lemon. No. I want to tell you that even feeling plain awful, and sitting in the car throughly son's baseball practice so I don't infect anyone, I still want to create. I want to make something. I'm pushing through the resistance and just doing it.

Illness is wreaking havoc on my self-censorship.

Here I am. Resisting the resistance and my illness both. Showing up.

By the way... I got the job. Part time, doing what my 12 year old self dreamed I'd do.

Strep? You can't keep me down. Not for long. Now, I'm ready for another nap.