Fun title, eh?

Since the middle of December my wife and I have been fighting off colds of one form or another. Luckily none of them have turned out to be Covid. This is by sheer luck.

My wife broke her ankle just before Thanksgiving, she got sick around then but fought it off. My sister stayed with us and none of us were sick at the time.

It’s been snotball rolling down a greasy hill since. She got sick with what we think was bronchitis, but the doctor said it was just a cold. I’m calling bullshit on that.

I got bronchitis after my wife recovered. She got sick, then after my recovery from bronchitis, I got sick again. We’ve passed this back and forth a few times.

We were almost out of the woods, then last week, I had a cough. Possible bronchitis. Doctor gave me prednisone and an inhaler for asthma, which I don’t have. Th inhaler had steroids in it already. This exasperated everything. I got sicker and started coughing up rainbow colored crap. Ya know, if rainbows were all green, yellow, and red. I may have whooping cough. Which is apparently going around.

I have read a lot this year, and recently finished Red Lagoe’s book, “In Excess Of Dark”, which I’ll be writing a review of in the next week.

I’m also moving along with a mentorship I’m a part of. It’s been amazing to have someone go over my writing like this. I’ve never had someone who truly knew how to edit go over my work. It’s been an incredible process.

I’m going to rest now. I’m on powerful cough medicine that makes my head swim and it’s taking effect.