Willies & wonky

I am this close to becoming ill. Yesterday I had a sore throat. Today I have a tickle.  More than a year has passed since I was last sick.

 I am cold. I cover up, fall asleep. I awaken with my back wet.

Because of all the meds I take, relief is not a matter of grabbing the bottle of liquid green stuff and sleeping it off. In my pre-PH days, the green stuff served as an elixir. In pre-diagnosed days, I seldom fell ill.

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One of my goodest friends called yesterday. Thirty years of my life. Almost half. Zowie. Thanks for thinking of me.

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Today, I seem to have a stuffy mind.

I miss you, dude.

Later.