The summer cold just keeps going. I’ve had it a week and a day now.
It is getting better, but it feels like it’s taking forever. Every cold is like that, though, isn’t it? Mom’s down with it now, and Dad feels he is surely doomed (though he hasn’t got it yet). I took a sick day on Tuesday, and I was able to take Friday at home – a combination of a day off and working from home, as I have a really considerate boss. I’ve been spending a lot of time in my armchair, watching my way through movies…no reading to speak of. Today has been the first day I’ve wanted to pick up a book, actually.
Surgery is getting closer – thirteen days to go. The cold will be well over by then, but it hasn’t stopped me from nervously counting days and worrying about it. That’s how it goes, I suppose.