Home again, home again, sickety sick.

I love my parents–I really do. They are amazing, wonderful people. But it might be time for me to stop visiting them. For the second month in a row, I visited them in St. George for about 4 days, and for the second month in a row, I came home sick as a dog. I’ve had a sore throat, cough, earache, sinus congestion, and at one point a lingering abdominal pain.

Since WebMD wouldn’t confirm my initial suspicion that I was dying, I’ve just been toughing it out with ibuprofen and popsicles. Thankfully I’m past the point where it feels like I have shards of glass in my throat if I swallow or yawn. Now it just feels like sandpaper. Unfortunately I’m not quite to the best part of sore throat recovery, which is of course the “Bonnie Tyler” stage. It’s the only time I ever sound good singing “Total Eclipse of the Heart.” Maybe that will be tomorrow. Crossing my fingers.

Anyway, I hope the whole “visits home = week-long illness” thing is just a fluke. I like visiting my parents, especially in the seasons that aren’t summer (or late spring or early fall) when it is delightfully warm in St. George (instead of oppressively hot). And I hope that I feel better soon so I can get back on track with my big plans to figure out a productive daily routine and get off my butt.

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