You'll not doubt have noticed that the last month has been very very quiet around here. I went to Boston, came home for 4 days and went to SF for 10 days. Three science fiction conventions were included in those travels. Said travels started 6 weeks, to the day, after surgery. Mary Kay discovers she is not indestructible.
I came down with a really bad cold or really mild flu while in SF -- coughing, chills, nasty head/sinus stuff, severe body aches, but only a very little fever. After I got home from SF the cold appeared to be getting better and I came down with a stomach bug. Which finally got me to the doctor's office for a shot of phenargan and a saline drip. So with a little residual coughing, and the post nasal drip that never entirely goes away, I appear to be otherwise over things. Very very very tired, but no longer sick.
Then last night, right in the middle of the knee replacement scar I suddenly got what looked very much like a large infected pimple. It's nearly completely gone today but I'll be calling the doctor tomorrow.
News flash: Major surgery depresses your immune system. (Probably because of the physical stress.) Don't go to large gatherings and get on airplanes 6 weeks later even if the doctor says you can. Usually my immune system copes well with rhinoviruses but sheesh.
Being sick and convalescing has been both tiring and depressing. This is not unusual for people who've had the flu. Standard issue. But it has kept me from reading blogs much less writing for my own. The political situation is so horrible and I just can't spare the energy to be angry right now. And I'm already depressed. Not to mention that my brain doesn't work very well when I'm sick.
I can't promise I'll be back at it hot and heavy, but I'm hoping to do more writing.