I spent all week in bed with a respiratory bug that's going around, the nastiest I've ever seen. I suppose it hit me harder because I was already weakened with asthma. I'm on my feet again, but a red light flashes in my chest, a warning that this bug isn't yet gone. My ribs hurt, from all the coughing. (With TV as my companion last week, I saw that emphysema commercial I mentioned in my last post about five times a day. Yikes.)
Today is a milestone, I'm now 55. No hoopla, or spending my day drinking $1.00 coffee at Denny's; I ask only for continued recovery.