The Kissing Booth
Well, I will say this, the kissing booth was a smooching success! I had boys lined up around the block, and I went through fifty shades of lipstick to make sure they were all happy. But now, I’m a bit chapped, and a bit sick. I’m sure y’all have noticed that my sparkle has been a bit dulled lately. Well, after many weeks of suffering in silence, it turns out I have Glandular Fever / Mono / Epstein-Barr Virus. Many of you probably remember getting this as a teenager, and it being aptly called The Kissing Disease. I obviously did not do enough kissing in my adolescence!
So on Thursday afternoon I admitted myself to the emergency room due to a spiking fever, and well, I’ll just say it: I could see the glitter on the wall, and I thought I was going to die. After many hours in the ER, and much blood work later, it was deduced that I didn’t have malaria, Dengue Fever, or pancreatitis, just simply mono. Fortunately, getting to know my extremely cute Dr. James with the floppy hair and big brown eyes made almost dying worth it! Silver lining, folks, silver lining!
Dr. James also informed me that men over thirty (that’s me) who get mono also sometimes experience wackadoo things going on with their liver. Yeah, so that’s happening to me too. Seriously. What all this means now, is that I’m on forced rest until I’m recovered, and I can’t even have a drink to pass the time! For reals! Some people recover from mono in two weeks, but in the worst cases it can last months. :::yeah, that deserves a big ole sideways glance!::::
For the sake of my own speedy recovery, my sewing machine has been set aside for the time being. I also won’t be blogging all that much unless it’s about something that’s already been in the pipeline. I’m hoping that this forced break will allow me to regain my centre, and refocus my creative energies. Trust that when I am back, whether it be one week, or one month, it is game on. Thank you all for your never-ending support, countless comments of positivity, and wishes of wellness.