misery

 A few days ago, I wrote, "I'm afraid to write about how calm everything is, because it's asking for trouble."

Et voilà. The next day I got a letter in the mail from my doctor. I've been with a health clinic doctor for decades; she retired recently and a new young one took her place. She wrote that she has too many patients and has to dump some of them, so I'm off her list. Two days before Xmas — great timing, Doc.

It's a scary feeling, being dumped by your doctor. But I know lots of people don't have one. 

And then I got sick, really really sick. Managed to get through yesterday, but today it hit with full force. I think it's bronchitis - endless coughing, headaches, body aches. I wanted to put Xmas away - the living room is still awash in bits of paper and boxes - but couldn't move, was in bed all day. Was going to make turkey soup, and instead, I am defrosting some that was in the freezer. 

Several friends and my children have offered help, but I don't need anything, except to get my lungs back asap. 

So - all not quite so calm, after all. 

You know what really helps? Telling you about it. Thanks for listening.