I survived Las Vegas. Just barely.
I had a blast in Vegas, and I’m still letting my head digest most of the experience. And letting my brain recover from WPPI SARS. Yeah. I totally got it.
Perhaps with all the talk about not getting sick, I jinxed myself into getting sick. Well, yesterday was my birthday. And for the first time that I can remember, I was sick on my birthday. Like really SICK. I spent most of the day in bed, and when I wasn’t in bed, I was nestled on the couch with a blanket and the remote, watching all the television I’ve missed in the last few months. I gave myself permission to do nothing but that.
I totally had plans of blogging on my birthday, but that was completely thwarted by my compromised immune system. Whatever I have, I hope it goes away soon. I know that I’m feeling at least a little bit better because I’m well enough to type this. I’m hoping that by this weekend, I’ll be able to enjoy food again and a piece of birthday cake. Because, you know how I love cake.
Thank you for the birthday wishes. Seriously, Facebook has changed the way you experience your birthday. And for all the little shout outs and posts and messages and texts, I’m thankful. Thankful for another year passed, and another year to look forward to. Normally, I’d love to include a photo or picture to make this post more complete, but this year I’m learning to be content. With what I have. With my writing. That this is enough.
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