I just got over several weeks of not feeling chipper: no energy, frequent visits to my bathroom, lots of sneezing and blowing my nose, no appetite (not even for chocolate ice cream), being sleepy and sleepless at the same time (did I mention the frequent trips to my bathroom), and one disappointing display of temper. Tests were taken, pills dispensed and vitals monitored. Yuk!
The good news is that I am back in the saddle, staying busy doing fun stuff of little consequence. I look in the mirror and see a smiling, oddly handsome old guy with big ears looking back at me.
One word sums up the wonder drug that brought me to full recovery: friends. They pestered me into full health. They didn’t allow me to hide out. Friends told me to quit talking about how bad I felt. Three friends forced me to take a walk with them, and then they ran ahead and hid in the bushes. One friend gave me a baby bottle filled with something that smelled like beer.
The next time one of my friends feels down in the dumps, I can’t wait to return the favor.
Bump on a log