Is something I rarely think about. I am normally, according to my doctor, “disgustingly healthy.” (I love my doctor, he has a great sense of humor and I give him as much grief as possible because he gives it right back)
Since March, I’ve had bronchitis, a UTI and now an intestinal infection. Trust me, you don’t want details about the last one. Suffice it to say that I’ve been out of commission for almost a week, only finally feeling human today.
Is it because of the lock down? Is it because of such lack of exposure to germs that my system has gone out of whack? I’m out and about every day but I’m still not seeing and talking to and being close to as many people as I would normally. (Don’t even THINK “new normal” in my presence, there is nothing normal about the world today and it will never be normal to me. )
I worry about the frail among us. Already susceptible, has this made them even more so? I pray not.
Meanwhile, Maverick advises everyone to make sure their moms and dads stay healthy because a sick Mommah is not a fun Mommah!
In other news, I’m attempting to create a quilt without a pattern from a book, just from my own brain. This is kinda fun, but kinda scary. I planned to make the first, sample block yesterday. Not happening. Maybe tomorrow. Our neighbors are going to be grandparents for the first time around Thanksgiving. These people are the definition of Christian – they will always help anyone, no questions asked, no thanks expected, truly wonderful people. So this will happen, this quilt, with much love. I’ll keep you posted.