11/10 Been Down with the Sickness

And now the song is stuck in our heads. I’m not sorry.

I apologize for not posting for the past week, but I had come down with a double whammy of illnesses.

Sarah caught the flu on Saturday night, and my son Ben caught strep throat on Sunday. My caretaker brain kicked in and I looked after them on both days, only to find myself in a very strange lucid dream at 3AM on Sunday night.

I find it amusing that, even in a fever dream, I’m still focused on ‘progressive’ issues, as the setting was a world overcome by climate change and in a constant state of sweltering heat, and the narration was all about what could’ve been done to prevent it. I eventually woke up and checked myself, noting the 103-degree fever, which didn’t go down for nearly a full day.

That Monday morning, I checked in with my doctor (pediatrician and family member) and made a mental note that I had not seen an actual look of concern on his face in a very long time, but he looked worried when I came in. I caught both illnesses and my immune system was working overtime to keep me alive. I was put off work until this Saturday, given some very strong medications, and told to eat as much as possible. Also, a steroid shot, and there’s only one place someone with my BMI can take a steroid shot.

I couldn’t sit down for most of that day.

I’ve recovered enough since then to be considered ‘my old self’, which is to say a surly and cranky old man when I can’t have coffee. Lots and lots of green tea, though. This means I haven’t done any writing at all the past few days, unfortunately. Not even anything plot-relevant.

But as this post should indicate, I’m on the mend! I hope.

I owe a player a Side-Arc session, which I hope I can do an impromptu hosting tomorrow afternoon, and the Main Arc session is this Saturday. I also have a special request for a Sunday session, and that is looking to prove very interesting.

There’s a lot of writing to catch up on, and I’m afraid I have a strict time limit before the last of my evening round of medications kicks in and knocks me out.

Stay safe out there, readers!

-JB Swift

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Author: Jacob Swift

Swift is a US Postman, writer, RPG player, husband, and father, based in a small town in Louisiana. After ten years of not seeking publication, he’s decided to try again. In the meantime, he works a manual labor job and cares for his family. This blog site is a spot for him to put his notes and thoughts down, as well as brag about his family’s accomplishments.

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