I'm a bit of a hypochondriac. My sisters always say they hope I never really get seriously ill because I would make their lives a living hell.
I don't know about that.
A few years ago, I discovered I had a ruptured disc in my lower back. I go a steroid shot and it hasn't bothered me until a couple of weeks ago. Now, the symptoms are back. I also have a bad disc in my neck and it's causing some pain as well.
Saturday was not a good day and by Sunday night, I was feeling yucky.
Monday, I tried to go to work, but I was a little shaky. By Monday night, I had a fever, a horrible headache and my body ached so much that I could barely walk. I was really weak, too.
I told my sisters that I had the swine flu. They merely looked at me and then laughed.
Fortunately for all of us, when I woke up Tuesday morning, I just had a slight headache. But I chose to stay home to rest.
Today, I was almost back to normal, so I went to work.
By tomorrow, I should be 100 percent. Well, except for the bad back and bad neck. I'm afraid I'll have to go back to the neurosurgeon and find out what he thinks I should do.
The thing I hated the most about sleeping Monday away was that I missed Rearcous Smith's memorial service at the Springer Opera House.
Everyone I've talked to said the service was simply amazing. I really wished I were there.
I miss you Rea.