I’ve been quiet recently because I have been pretty well flattened by the “Cold and Flu” Bus. I don’t know who threw me under said bus but it certainly did a number on me. Thanks!

I’ve not been able to muster up the energy until now to peep even a squeak (without coughing and hacking up parts of what are probably vital organs).

Instead, I’ve been spending the last several days trying to sleep at night (I swear, as soon as I lay down, I pretty much drown), which always ends up being fitful at best - I have the pleasure of waking up to experience a new cough or sneeze (like I had not already had enough of that the proceeding day).

Then during the day I am exhausted and find myself dozing for hours at a time to catch up on the sleep that the Cold and Flu Bus would not make a stop for the night before. When I am not dozing I am busy cramming vitamins, fruits, juices and god-awful tasting medication down my throat. Which reminds me of a line from the movie Trainspotting that seems appropriate here: “For all the good they’ve done me I might as well have shoved them up my arse…”

Seems though I am finally on the mend. It was hell getting up this morning - my bed seemed entirely too comfortable and leaving it was a cruel torture, but I have managed to stay awake for most of the day. I can mostly breathe through both nostrils.

The silence of sickness is mostly not silent at all. Its fairly raw, loud, harsh and violent. Except perhaps on the internet, where things go quiet for a while.

But I’ll be back imminently, causing a ruckus.

I can’t wait!