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Suffering For My Art » Jolana Malkston
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Apr 122017

I’ve been away from my keyboard for a few weeks now. Did you miss me? Um, never mind. Don’t answer that. I wasn’t gone by choice. Circumstances beyond my control kept me from making my weekly appearances.

At first, I was separated from my keyboard because of winter vacation activities. While I missed writing my blog, thankfully I did have fun with MG and our friends, and with my Baby Sister and BIL.

Once we returned home, it was a different story. March definitely roared in like a Lion in more than one respect. For example, I had to make the almost supreme sacrifice–put all our income tax documents and receipts together to take them to our CPA. I thought I had every tax deductible receipt accounted for and filed in our 2016 tax folder. Nope. I had to track down several receipts that were missing in action. I came to realize that if I ever tired of writing, I could have a successful career as a private investigator.

The next downer in March came in microscopic form. MG caught Influenza B and shared it with me. He’s such a generous gent. We didn’t realize we had flu until I started running a fever. At that point, we both went in to see our doctor and both tested positive for the B strain. We spent the rest of March in the living room, stretched out on couches in our PJs or sweats, resting, watching cable news or inane TV reruns–not sure which was which–and coughing up our lungs for about two weeks.

Then came the next downer for me. I coughed so hard that I sort of threw my back out. I know. It could only happen to me. It doesn’t seem possible that a person can cough hard enough to throw her back out, but it happens. It happened to me. I was in such pain whenever I moved, MG had to help me in and out of bed.

After a weekend of excruciating pain, I paid my doctor another visit. She shook her head at me and asked what kind of trouble was I in now. You see, I had a few problems before I went on winter vacation too. I was a walking ailment looking for the worst possible time to happen.

I told Dr. G that I had no idea how I hurt my back. I mentioned the constant coughing and that it hurt when I coughed even before the back pain. She said the coughing probably did it. She had me X-rayed, confirmed muscle spasms, prescribed muscle relaxant meds for my back and nebulizer treatments for my cough.

When I left the exam room, walking very slowly and painfully, the office staff told me they informed MG that I was on my way and would get to the lobby in a few hours or maybe by morning. Charming.

You may not have missed me, but I missed you. I couldn’t bear to put off writing this post any longer despite the back pain and the coughing. I guess you could say by writing the post that I’m suffering for my art. Yes, say that. I’m definitely suffering.

  2 Responses to “Suffering For My Art”

  1. You poor thing. You certainly suffered this year, more than usual. Ummm. You’ll be done with the B strain by the time we share a room next week end, right? Just asking.

    • I’m over the flu, thank Heaven, but the back is still aching. I’m determined the ache will take a hike by the time we head out to the always fabulous MMRWA Retreat From Harsh Reality. ?

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