Okay, peeps, I can’t even pretend the last week hasn’t been from hell.

The funk I struggled with last Monday that seemed like a simple sinus problem turned all kinds of ugly on Tuesday morning, and things only went downhill from there.  I’ll spare you the graphic details.  Let’s just say there were several sleepless nights on the couch, two days of feeling like death was imminent, and an uphill battle to oversee family life as we prepped for a lake weekend.

I think I may finally – finally – be coming out the other side of this.  I only say that because I’ve completely lost my singing voice and being able to speak is hit or miss, which is usually a good sign that the end is near.  (Wow, that sounded kind of Revelations-like.)  Also, this is the first night we’ve passed 10:00pm and I don’t feel like I’m dying.

But I’ve been a spacey mess most of the day, completely unable to focus, which means the post I was working on is a wreck-and-a-half.  For real, I can’t remember the last time I typed and deleted and retyped that much, only to end up with three paragraphs that I still pretty much hate.

UGH.

I’m blaming the sinus meds.  I felt brainless all day – literally brainless, like my head was filled with air instead of gray matter, and it didn’t really start to clear out until the 12-hour medication period had passed.

See?  There’s more hope right there.

So tomorrow I should be back again.  Maybe not 100%, but at least able to form a coherent thought and translate it into words.  Let’s hope for the best, shall we?