22 days out from surgery, and who catches a nasty cold?
I figure this past week is for being so crook (Aussie slang for sick) that I don’t want to even hear the words ‘chicken soup’. The coming week is for convalescing to the point where I don’t fall over if I look down, or stand up too quick, or do anything that might irk my inner ear. The third week will be for going for bike rides without wheezing.
It’s a plan.
I’m going back to bed now.
“To be sick is to enjoy monarchical prerogatives” – Charles Lamb, 1775-1834, essayist.