Now in cool cherry blast!

I've been home for three days straight sitting on the sofa feeling disoriented , dizzy, and tired. At first I thought it was just the two bottles of Robitussin that my doctor recommended for the uncontrollable cough, but even when I ran out I still felt weird. During intermittent periods of lucidity, I also spent some time standing on my head thanks to my new yoga blocks, since being upside down is supposed to be good for the body. The cough is nearly gone.

Although I can never, ever regain the last 72 hours of my life, at least I have gotten some work done on the sweater I started last fall. And, taking care of my upstairs neighbor's 23-year-old cat (sadly, lame and dying of cancer) has given me a sense of reality and purpose. I think I should have stuck to my tween ambitions and become a veterinarian, instead of a bum, which is what I am.