It started with a tingly, scratching, itchy, shards of glass swallowy feeling in my throat and then turned into a full blown, good old nostalgic, summer time cold. One moment you’re outside doing cannon balls In the pool, the next you’re fighting for breath between hacks on the couch. There is nothing more humbling than sickness at times when you just wanna be outside doing fun summery stuff. I can’t sit still, or at least I don’t like to, yet here I am, in the tub, living the good life, wearing some kind of scary Hannibal Lecter mosturizing face mask I got in some kind of award show gift bag. Maybe it’s not so bad after all…let’s just pretend for a while:). I am so grateful for my health and I am almost healed, but please go frolic on the beach somewhere for me…write my name in the sand with “wish you were here” and send a message in a bottle…it will float all the way to the tub and make my day.
Ok much love to all of you
B
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