I've been sick. Really sick. Sent home most days of the week from work been to the doctors three times in a month sick. Lost 60lbs (27.2kg) in 3 months kind of sick. It's not been fun.
Now my employers are working with me and that's a blessing at least - but if I can't put in the hours I don't get paid. That's life in a small business. So I'm trying to get better. I have another doctors appointment tomorrow, I have a lung capacity test coming up soon as well - the problem is I can't breathe.
I'm on Advair, a rescue inhaler, went to Washington and signed for it Sudafed, Allegra - and still can't breathe worth a shit.
My buddy and I have torn this place up cleaning and making sure I'm not sucking up allergens - and we found a lot - but I still look like a swollen drippy mess.
Of course the usual lack of income means being behind in things again - but hopefully getting healthy will sort that out.
I've never felt this sick and weak in my life - it's horrible. But I hold on to my little Baked Potato Island and keep trying to breathe - and remember that I'm not allergic to Australia.
Yet.