Mar 21 2005
Hit and run
On the highway of life, there is a truck going south on I75, toward Florida. The driver is yelling to himself ?5 points!? because he successfully ran me over and left me facedown in the middle of the road.
I have felt this way since last Tuesday and I am sick of being sick. First it was a sinus infection and now it is just allergies. The lack of oxygen has sapped my energy and replaced it with the need to blow my nose every 5 minutes.
I know that we had a weekend just recently, but I am already ready for the next one. I need more rest, something that I just can?t get right now. And to top it off, I start the WellFit program at the SportsBarn today.
Let?s just get through today, maybe then I will have something more interesting to say.
I thought you’d been hit by a truck for a moment there.
Heart stopped, just for a moment.
Nope, just a metaphor for how I feel.
Sorry you’re feeling bad but the National Gym… isn’t too far away. Just dream of that. Cause I know you like mini vacations. Half the fun of them is dreaming about them.
I hope you got the number of that truck, because I think it hit me on its way to your house.
Just getting over a wretched allergry induced head/chest cold myself. I am a terrible sick person as Sara can testify. I just moan and grumble about how miserable I am - inable to remember a time when I didn’t feel that way.
I’m just starting to feel better now, so I hope that your time is short as well. Take care.