This week hasn’t been my favorite in the whole wide world.
With the injured tail bone debacle, or as it’s being referred to around here: “my
broken butt,” I haven’t been able to run, which starts to bum me out after the
second or third day. I tried to do a little yoga, but when a simple cat/cow
caused me to drop the f bomb due to pain, it just seemed to defeat the purpose.
And I knew, as I sat there in the Urgent Care waiting room,
that part II of all this would be me battling the plague that was sitting
shoulder to shoulder in that waiting room with me. There was a little
grandma to my left. The kind of lady you could imagine saying, “oh honey, have
a little spot of tea with your cookie.” That delicate lady had the hacking
cough of a 280 lb man who fishes crab off the coast of the Bering Sea. The
sweet child to my right had a similar sounding cough. As I sat there on my one
butt cheek, I sighed… I would get sick on top of all this. Sure enough, I’m
fighting a cold. I can feel it in my chest and in my sinuses. It wants me. But
I’m chugging emergen-c, elderberry syrup, kombucha tea, apple cider vinegar,
zinc, and oranges. I don’t go down easy.
Feeling under the weather and not being able to exercise is
a challenge for me mentally. I am not saying this is the proper route to
feeling better, but I must admit, at 2pm I eyed this bottle sitting on the
counter and thought – it’s you and me baby when 5-o-clock rolls around.
Sometimes a glass of vino is just the thing to make a lady happy. Especially when it's called Handsome Devil.
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