I am sick. I have been sick for almost 2 weeks. I think I may have bronchitis.
I sat at a picnic table in the sun prior to a meeting today. I coughed and a girl at the table behind me got up and moved away. It did not feel good.
My friend Wes told me when I called him, "You sound terrible". And then "You sound like a demon". Then he laughed. I laughed too, because it was funny, but I also wanted to cry, because it was also not that funny.
I hate being sick. I want to be well. I want to go running, in fact, I want to be able to walk up the hill and not feel like I am going to cough up a lung.
This too will pass. Soon I hope.
